Porto Santo – Madeira….
32:44.5 N 16:42.7W
So, no food or drink for 72 hours & lying in a dark bunk does take its toll on you…….I discovered. After visually hallucinating on Friday morning due to lack of water (I had spent most of the journey accompanied by 1920s music – but musical delusion is quite common due to the noises made by the boat), I finally managed to keep a little bit of water down & wasn’t quite so dehydrated when we reached Porto Santo, but had to be helped from the boat as my legs were weak & it took the next 12hrs for my eyesight to return to normal & my focus finally came back…….a little bit scary & I am glad we weren’t doing a longer crossing. I was also incredibly frustrated – to sail all the way from Torquay to fall at the final hurdle was so disappointing, especially when I have managed to get a handle on my sea-sickness in the past few years! But what can you do? Be grateful my trousers are a little looser, I guess…..
After a few jobs in the marina (getting some
more fuel &
chasing down a runaway fender) we went into Porto Santo for
dinner, at which
the wine took affect quite quickly on Bob, Ed & Diana (after
such little sleep) & we ate quickly & headed back early to
bed. I can’t
tell you how grateful I was not to spend the night curled up in a
off various items flying towards me as the boat heeled…….I know
was grateful for a good kip too.
Saturday morning arrived & we were ready
for our very
final leg (for now). There were jokes about me catching the ferry
Madeira – but those of you who know me well enough should know I
do live by the
motto “if you fall off a horse, you get right back on “ (which
in Cusco earlier this year!) – so there was no stopping me, thank
you very much!
And what a lovely passage; beautiful NW winds & sunshine meant
the whole 4 hours over to the larger island – there were a few
on the way, but that made it even more exhilarating! It was a joy
to see Ed
sail towards his final goal…….am so proud of him for making this
reality & getting Aardvarc to its destination…..a magnificent
*I raise my G&T to you*
On the way over we enacted a burial at sea of a
tooth, accidentally included in a jiffy bag delivery of spares,
from Ocean Canvas of Plymouth
In his 1:50 euro T shirt from Morocco...
Our destination was the small marina at Quinta
do Lorde, on
the east of the island. This is a relatively new harbour, which is
centre of a small new development built into the steep cliffs, the
which is due to open in December. Ed had found it when he was on
last year with Charlotte, Granny & Granddad & had then
decided that was
where he wanted to keep the Aardvarc during its stay here. It’s
reminiscent of “The Prisoner”, especially as there is no-one
around at the
moment, it’s a bit eerie. However, the marina team are very
incredibly conscientious, so it seems like the perfect place to be
based for a
Quinta do Lorde Marina and complex
It’s been an amazing experience, a completely different way to travel, which can’t compare. Even after my 3 days of “hell” I would jump back on-board in an instant (ok, as long as we had enough hands for a long passage!) & hope to do exactly that once the skipper decides on the next journey & despite the fabulous draw of Madeira, I get a funny feeling that won’t be too far away in the future………..
Also a very big thank you to everyone who has helped me achieve this journey, in particular:
Sailor V, Bear Lee Competent, Neil Lee Competent, Monkertron, Daisy Kipper and King Neptune.
Also Bruce Buckley for his expert weather advice and AnnieDav for looking after the home and the hounds.
Loup de Mer.