This party`s over I`m going Home.
It is very strange to have been back home for a week and open up the computer to write up the final web diary, the two worlds are so
Completely different from each other. I feel as if the sailing experience is all a very long time past, but I am in no way sad to be home in
Fact it is great to be here and I am full of energy Jacky on the other hand has been working hard keeping everything together and is in
Need of some chill out time so lets hope that we can achieve Synchronisation soon. I also need to be able to get in the right mind set for
Me to remember this part of the Penguin diary.
Yacht Club. Our little Johnson outboard pushing us merrily up to the pontoons, an easy to access berth was located it also had two guys
Standing on the pontoon perfect for catching lines, Penguin`s Luck was once again with us. We then went ashore to sign in with club manager
was the first time Niamh had set foot on her native Irish soil for 18months, the
last time being after we had arrived in
Had come home with a broken wrist. The excitement of having her daughter home was obviously getting to Niamh`s Mum and whilst on the phone
She decided that she would drive down to meet us the following day and take Niamh back home the day after. I was looking forward to Jo, Nick
And Jacky arriving and Ed was looking forward to his Mum and Dad coming all on Wednesday, this was to be a real meeting of the Clans.
Sunday night was our first chance to enjoy the local brews and with the Town full of Traditional boat`s and their crew at the close of the local
Regatta a pleasant evening was spent at the pub, drinking in the atmosphere, beer, and friendship of the place.
The View up the River to the Royal Cork Yacht Club.
On Monday at midday Niamh`s mum Deidre arrived and we all went of to visit Kinsale for the afternoon, Tuesday saw Niamh and her Mum set off with one car load
for Athlone, they where also going to try and get a few things sorted out for
Niamhs future work and life back in
a hire car so that we would be ready for the Hannifan,
Roots, all very deeply buried in the dark depths of Irish history. Wednesday morning arrived and I meet Jacky, Jo and Nick, with a big bunch of flowers, this time I managed
to the airport and hand them to Jacky on my last attempt to achieve this I had
only managed to get the flowers onto the Bus in
The seat beside me when I got off at the airport stop. But with my minder Eddy at hand the flowers where successfully delivered to Jacky as she came out of the arrivals doors.
It was as if we were going back ten years and the two families where meeting up for a summer holiday but this time Jo, Nick , and Ed were in their twenties. That evening Jane
Peter arrived , leaving only Ollie back in
Away and putting faces to the names that we had all heard so much about. The highlight being Friday the 20th Niamh birthday and the reason for Penguins visit to the Emerald Isle.
By the end of the weekend the whole Collins family had assembled including the young nieces and nephews and Shane, Niamh`s youngest brother had also flown over from the UK,
He had volunteered himself to be our final victim on the sail back onto the South Coast of England. On Sunday the real World begain to encroach and people had to disperse back from
Where they had come from, Niamh`s Mum and Dad leaving around lunchtime with the second car filled to the brim with two and a half years of accumulated treasures. Jacky Jo and Nick
Had caught an early flight back to the UK, the Hannifan clan had also left, it was time to get back out to sea and get ourselves to Lymington and Finish the tour. Our intention had been
We left first thing Monday and had a
good couple of days sailing finally choosing
and know that what is within easy sailing range is amongst the most stunning
sailing areas that you could wish to sail in. What a little gem
Everyone is keen to take money from you but I
suppose that was not the first or last time we would get asked for cash to
Anchor Penguin, At least in the
At 7 o clock we set Shane ashore in Dartmouth, he was setting out to travel half way up the country by coach and train a distance of 350miles, Penguin would also be sailing the 70 miles
Pleasure of sailing in just superb conditions, the wind building until we finally reached Durlston head and we were sailing with 25 knots of breeze directly behind us. With just two of us
To take the spinnaker down, it goes without saying that it was not the most prettiest manoeuvre but we did finally succeed in taming the beast although Niamh did have to donate some
Skin for the cause, She also has it logged as the 6th and final time that I had tried to finish her off. By the time we had rounded Swanage and then Old Harry entered Studland and anchored it was 4 o clock, we had covered the 70 miles in 9hrs, and for a good deal of the time had been covering the round at over 10 knots but would it be enough, Shane was due
To get home just after 3.30. He finally rang through to us at 4.15 his train had been delayed and was late he had just got in through the door. So nothing had changed at home, The
Railways still did not always run to time. The Flying Penguin had done it again. But more importantly Penguin was parked in Studland 25miles from Lymington it was Thursday the
26th of june and we were expected to
be sailing up the
Friday the 27th of June dawned grey and windy but the sheer pleasure of showing Niamh around my home patch was enough to keep things bright and cheerful. We picked up
anchor and sailed along
I had been given strict instructions not to be early and defiantly don’t be late. So we made another stop at Highcliffe beach for lunch, this allowed Jacky and her Brother Chris to
Come down to the beach to wave at us and get their wobbly emotions out of their system. As we were picking up the anchor we got a phone call to say that Conor and Marion
bringing their boat out from
to escort us into Lymington, and so the final sail around
Connor and Marion Boat Tou Can and Crew.
So at exactly 17.30, not to early and not to late and after spending the last 2 years and 10 months wandering around theWorld Penguin arrived at Lymington Yacht Haven.
A gathering of friends and family had assembled to see us home and it was great to be back amongst them and share such a special moment. Pretty soon we were all enjoying
A glass of bubbly and then it was down to the nearest pub, because the weather was crap and it had started raining. The pleasure of an English Summer!
As is the way whilst chatting with Jay we managed to get Niamh sorted with a spot on White Mischief sailing in the Round The Island Race , The oppertunity being just
To good to miss out on. So her plan for a lie in and a relaxing day for Saturday went out the window.
So that was it Job done obsession dealt with, back to dreaming up new ventures. We had sailed over 40000 thousand miles and enjoyed the most amazing experience.
And if you have been thanks for reading and all the encouragement. Cheers Rob PS this is now week five of the reintegration process and I’m still smiling.