G'day!
 
                Rhiann Marie - Round the World
                  Stewart Graham
                  
Sun 10 Oct 2010 05:25
                  
                | Sunday 10th October 1409 Local 0409 
UTC     21:06.823S 149:13.601E G'day from Oz!  Well actually the weather is very poor but actually 
as far as I am concerned every day is a wonderful day just sometimes the weather 
is crap! On Thursday early morning about 0335 the engine 
went on in very light winds from behind us. The winds fell all the way to four 
or five knots variable and the engine stayed on and on. This is a depressing 
situation for any sailor as some of you will know. You can't help but feel ..... 
well almost guilty.... I can't describe it but somehow you feel you should be 
doing better. So inevitably there are several attempts at the merest sign of 
winds to try to fly the sails which are then aborted.  I had been closely examining the weather and there 
were weather warnings in place for Queensland with flash flooding and 
thunderstorms together with strong wind warnings. Ideally we would want to get 
in before this weather hit. Also we have been nursing a genoa forestay pin which 
is perpetually making a bid for freedom over the bow. It has been creeping, with 
enough force to shear the retaining pin. Getting it located back in is a serious 
task and if it comes adrift there will be serious structural consequences. I was 
monitoring it every hour and just wanted it to last till 
Australia. So I comforted myself for running on the 
engine by the fact that we might just get in before the very dad weather 
and that we may arrive with our genoa forestay and furler still attached top and 
bottom. However on Friday night after 20 hours of engine 
the wind started to pick up to about 13 - 15 knots but at about 150 deg to our 
course and we would have had to sail about 30 deg off our course and boat speed 
would have been down at 5 - 6 knots (I know, I know - but very slow for 
us). We would only have been making abot four knots to our waypoint on the 
south end of the barrier reef so all things considered I took the lazy option, 
but it was poor for my moral and those "cheating" feelings.... I decided to leave the engine on through the night 
and the next morning the wind had freshened to 15 - 17 knots from the same 
direction. We were of course motor sailing. Not motoring with the sail up, often 
called motor sailing, but actually getting significant drive out of the sails. 
Nevertheless.... I was tired having only been to bed for seven hours for the three days and night 
of the passage so far. I made this up of course with cat napping in the resting 
chair. Finally, I thought I needed to get a grip and stop 
being so lazy and give myself a good boot up the arse, weather or forestay 
issues or not I could now sail so I should. I started the long process of 
getting the main all the way out and prevented, the pole (about 5m long and 
120mm diameter), which is a little heavy and akward on a rolling wet foredeck 
was rigged with all the neccessary lines. Then out with the jib. But hey it 
was daylight. So up with everything and we started sailing again, oh it felt 
good. We (sorry, I ) have prided myself on putting relatively few 
hours on the engine since Gibraltar. We were rewarded with the wind 
continuing to freshen, right up our chuff,  just as forecast. It was 
forecast to build to thirty knots. That would mean of course it may very 
well be thirty five knots but gusts would be significantly higher. The 
Australian strong wind warning forecast said up to 40% 
higher.     In reality thirty knots from well behing the beam 
does not only not bother me in the slightest I have to date thoroughly enjoyed 
it. We approached the south end of the great barrier reef, the GBR as it is 
known in these parts, nervously. I say we but I do almost all of the passage 
sailing aside from in this case the seven hours I got in bed and Trish took the 
watch. I like to try and make it as endurable as possible for Trish and she has 
done extremely well. I am really in awe of her and really proud of her for 
backing me up all through this adventure. The nights were pitch black no moon and complete 
cloud cover. Nothing but black and the odd ship. Now for the first time we were 
among shipping and the fishing fleet. No problems in these parts, everybody 
seemed to be displaying the appropriate lights, except us my stern light was 
done and I rigged a temporary one. I was more confident in the charting here within a 
couple of hundred miles of Australia but couldn't help but be distracted by the 
breaking following rollers from time to time being illuminated in the near 
distance by our nav lights. The names were there to evidence their inglorious 
ship hungry past - wreck reef, snare rocks, alarm reef etc.  The winds freshened further and by Saturday morning 
we were inside the reef but from the south east where the wind was coming from 
we were exposed all the way to New Zealand. Nevertheless i was loving it. 
Blasting up inside the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, Australia! Amazing. All 
canvas was up and as I got more excited about our imminent land fall I decided 
to cut though out of the channel through some of the small islands. I thought 
with this "fair" wind and a decent run of tide I could make it into Mackay 
around midnight. At times Rhiann Marie was charging along at 12 knots. Not 
surfing or surging. Charging along, though mostly about 10 knots. Another black 
night fell and using radar I cut a course through the islands and rocks shaving 
a few miles off the track.  I got Trish to go to sleep as i knew it would be a 
rolly ride and that I would need her up on the approach to Mackay 50 miles away. 
I was dog tired but had an absolute blast "dingy sailing" Rhiann Marie, nerves 
on edge and senses sharpened to ensure a safe landfall. It was to long a 
distance to have travelled to make the "wrong" landfall! Check the forestay 
again, double check everything. Under torch light examine the sails both genoa 
and main now with wear - and tears... Everything OK, tweak the helm 
again... Now I had to pick my way through the FIFTY, yes 
FIFTY, ships anchored up to fifteen miles outside MacKay. The night was black 
and the wind was steady at 28 knots. The depths were down to 12m and the waves 
were breaking and racing along beside us. I was very excited but did not want to 
sail up the beach at 10+ knots! I charged down through the anchored ships with 
all canvas up. Then I though I better take down the jib so at least it would 
improve visibility. Strangely the boat speeded up? I was too tired to work out 
why, but I will.    Finally it was time to start taking the white stuff 
down as we were in the final approaches to Mackay and the waves were getting 
bigger, the strong tide was apparent and the wind was still blowing at 28 knots. 
The entrance would be tricky and Trish came up on deck and rigged a spot light 
to help identify the corners of the breakwater. I had to be careful taking all sail down alone as a 
couple nights before I had been taking the mainsail in, which had been all 
the way out to the spreaders with a preventer rigged. Doing this alone 
means going forward to release the preventer line and getting back to the 
cockpit to haul in the main sheet and the boom in, before the inevitable rolling 
causes the boom to crash across. After hauling in 
the end of the boom with the mainsheet, the sheet was all twisted up on itself 
and I had to unravel it before hauling the sheet all the way in. It was pitch 
black, I was weary and I needed to be careful. However when untwisting the main 
sheet at deck level the boom took up the slack now created with an attempted 
gybe. This caused the taught 14mm main sheet line to come slack and try to 
lynch me. One line came either side of my head and I was still just sharp enough 
to prevent it coming round my neck. It did however snap closed again across my 
face on one side and my head on the other. This cut and grazed my face 
but the blow to the head on the other side was hard and almost 
nauseus.   Mackay. My "dingy surfing" fun, which was not at 
all reminiscent of Jimmy Cook's arrival centuries before, was over and the 
difficult conditions at the entrance needed to be negotiated. It was hairy, we 
were tired and then we needed to find a marina berth in the huge marina with 28 
knots bowing across us now.. We would need to get the boat lined up perfectly 
then make a leap for it with at least two of our 28mm 12 strand nylon lines 
(available at Gael Force of course www.gaelforcemarine.com). The 
lines are too heavy for Trish and there is no way she would have the strength to 
haul the lines, or quickly adjust them, as the boat settles. And so landfall was 
made.   We did it. We sailed safely from Southhampton to 
Australia, we can hardly believe it. Australia - it's on the other side of the 
world for goodness sake!     I slept soundly and even customs and quarantine 
knocking on the boat this morning could not wake me. Trish gave me a shake. They 
were excellent, thorough and expenseve, but pleasant and professional. Don't 
believe what people say about Oz customs and quarantine. It's their country 
and they must protect it as they see fit. We know the rules before we come 
so for us there was nothing to complain about. We have found that all along 
the way. Play the game, most of all be pleasant and we have had no bad 
experiences.  The skies are grey the wind is blowing hard. Not 
what we expected - but we still can hardly believe it we are in Australia after 
almost 20,000 miles of sailing! | 



