A Small Incident!
CATRYN
David Rice
Sun 13 Jul 2014 21:36
An experienced sailor old me that gales and lee shores should never be in
the same sentence. Add the smell of burning and the future begins to look bleak.
This is just what was happening to me as I sailed north up the west coast of
Greenland last week. I had just sailed almost 2000 miles from Wales and was only
one day from my destination. There was no smoke or flames, just the distinctive
smell of smoudering electrics coming from the engine room. The culprit seemed to
be the V belt which had become loose and was scattering black dust and small
pieces of rubber onto the hot engine. Now I needed the engine to make progress
into the wind as I was approaching the rocky coastline leading towards Nuuk. I
could have continued under sail alone but ‘Catryn’ is a motorsailer and not at
her best short tacking into 30 knots of wind. It would have added another day or
more to the voyage.
I had to shut down the engine and took the decision to head off the wind
into one of the numerous bays and fjords 8 miles distant. It was 11pm but
fortunately still broad daylight as we lowered the anchor in a sheltered bay
about 60 mile south of
Nuuk. There was no sign of any human habitation whatsoever. Huge icebergs
drifted serenely south in the wind, pristine white in the midnight sun. I stayed
in this beautiful spot for 36 hours while the gale blew itself out, changed the
V belt, went ashore for a run and tried my hand at fishing.
This was just a small incident, but that’s always how the big ones begin
and as always, we learned much from the experience. I had a good rest, my first
full nights sleep in 15 days. There were a few more dramas on the passage but
they’re for another day.
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Dywedodd morwr profiadol wrthyf na ddylai gwyntoedd tymhestlog, glannau
peryglys ac arogl llosgifod yn yr un frawddeg. Dyma’n union ddigwyddodd i mi fel
roeddwn yn hwylio i gyfeiriad y Gogledd tuag at arfordir Gorllewinol Yr Ynys Las
yr wythnos diwethaf. Roeddwn newydd hwylio bron 2000 milltir o Gymru, a dim ond
diwrnod i fynd nes cyrraedd fy nod. Nid oedd mwg na fflamau, dim ond
aroglmudlosgi yn dod o’r peiriant. V-belt wedi llacio oedd y drwg, n chwalullwch
du a darnauman o rwber dros y peiriant boeth. Roedd angen y peiriant yn gweithio
i wneud cynnydd yn erbyn y gwynt fel roeddwn yn agosau at y glannau creigiog yn
arwain at Nuuk. Buaswn wedi medru dal i fynd gan ddefnyddio’r hwyliau’n unig,
ond mae ‘Catryn’ yn llawer mwy effeithiol gyda’r peiriant hefyd, yn enwedig mewn
gwyntoedd cryfion.
Penderfynais hwylio i mewn i un o’r ffiords ar ongl llawer haws i’r gwynt,
a thua 8 milltir o bellter. Roedd hi’n 11 o’r gloch yr hwyr yn barod, ond yn dal
yn olau dydd yn ffodus – dyma’r Yr Ynyl Las – a gollyngwyd yr angor mewn bae
cysgodol tua 60 milltir i’r De o Nuuk. Doedd dim arwydd o fywyd dynol o gwbl.
Roedd mynyddoedd ia enfawr yn llithro’n dawel yn y gwynt, yn glaerwyn yn yr
haul. arthoson ni yno am oddeutu 36 awr tan i’r storm dawelu, newid y V-belt,
mynd i’r lan a cheisio pysgota.
Digwyddiad cymharol fach oedd hwn, ond dyna sut mae’r rhai mawr yn dechrau!
Daethom i ben a hi, ac wrth gwrs, fe ddysgon ni lawer o’r profiad. Cefais gyfle
i orffwys hefyd, y noson gyntaf o gwsg iawn ers 15 diwrnod. Cawsom fan
drafferthion eraill ar y daith, ond mae hanes y rheiny i ddod eto!
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