Blowing in the wind

34:22.1N 11:51.7W Thursday 9th, Friday 10th & a bit
of Saturday 11th September. Left the anchorage in Gibraltar at 6.00 am on Thursday and
made our way carefully in the dark through the big ship anchorage with Scott
Free about half a mile behind us. By 7.00 am we were just clear of Gibraltar
bay and entered the straits hoping for a favourable tide to whisk us out into
the Atlantic. Sadly the timing was awry and we had an adverse current all the
way to Terifa where we were braced to expect the usual gale force winds.
So instead of flying along with the tide under us, we struggled at times to
make 2 knots across the ground, but the sea was flat and the wind non-existent.
Even at Terifa there was no wind and so we continued to motor due west until we
reached the end of the big ships traffic separation scheme when we turned
southwards to cut across the streams of massive ships heading in and out of the
Med. We had a good break and as soon as we cleared the area, we set a course
for Porto Santo just as the wind began to rise and by 2.00 pm we were rattling
along with the cutter rig set, managing 6 knots in just 10 knots of true wind.
The wind kept building and soon we were flying along at 8 knots and by
nightfall Scott Free were some 5 miles behind us. The wind came and went during the night and we managed to
set the wrong sails pretty much every time, but we were still making very good
speed until the wind veered to blow over our starboard quarter. This slowed us
down as we were also now experiencing the first big Atlantic rollers that were
coming ahead of a storm further out. These were hitting us broadside and
rolling us alarmingly and causing the sails to flap and flog as there was not
quite enough strength in the 15 or so knots of wind to keep them filled. Scott
Free fared better with their big genoa filling and so by the morning we were
pretty much alongside each other. Friday was a very dull day really as we rolled our way on a
broad reach in biggish seas making around 6 knots which was fine but less than
exciting. The sea became increasingly confused with two big swells running at
right angles to each other! So some would roll us over at quite a crazy angle
whilst another set would march up behind us, towering over us, before passing
under us and carrying us forward as we powered down the backs of them.
Sounds fun, but it wasn’t! Did see some flying fish, but no whales or
dolphins. Scott Free gradually edged ahead of us although they also
were heading rather west of the required course in order to keep their larger
headsail filled. By nightfall we had considered shaking out the reefs in our
main sail to help us keep up the pace, but prudence prevailed and we left the
reefs in and the stay sail set. During the night the wind increased to force 6
and came round onto the beam again and so we were perfectly prepared as it
happened and we flew along under this conservative rig and overhauled SF
passing them just at dawn. Grey skies greeted us at dawn on Saturday, but these began
to clear by mid morning and as we were still making 7 knots with the reefed
main and stay sail we decided that today was the day to put Henry (the Hyrovane
wind steering system) into real action. This was fairly entertaining as there
was a big learning curve involved and SF were very confused by our very erratic
course, however things settled down and before long Henry had things pretty
much under control. Clearly we have a bit to learn about the fine tuning, but
it was a real thrill to see the wind vane steering in full action. This kit
steers the boat using the wind to provide the power to move its rudder and the
wind direction to set its course. Completely silent and nil power useage. Very hard to type this log as we still have quite big waves
tossing us around, but things are a lot more settled now we are so far out into
the Atlantic that we are getting the steadier winds. Making brilliant time and
are ahead of our schedule, the downside being that as things stand we will
arrive in Porto Santo (island close to Madeira) in the dead of night. |