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Round Britain Voyage 2006
Faces on the Quay - Paul Farmer
Schooner Handling - how to come alongside
Blue Sky Thinking – Think again
Night Passage - Annmarie Pitt
Gannets Gathering
Crews and Communities - Skippers notes
2007 Sailing Voyages
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Voyages onboard the Schooner
Trinovante in 2008
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Trinovante sailed over 2500 miles this summer
in a three month voyage around the British Isles. More than 50 people,
from all walks of life joined us during the summer to sail onboard
with many staying for two or three weeks.
Each week was completely different from the last as the seascapes,
the winds and the clouds changed around us.
Hartlepool was in full festival swing when we arrived. The Whitby
fishermen were just starting their lobster season and at Eyemouth
we followed the langoustine fleet in at daybreak to be greeted by
the harbour master who gave the crew his morning’s catch of
fish to eat for dinner
We skirted oil rigs in the North Sea to moor with the oil industry
support ships in Aberdeen that made Trinovante look tiny and used
old sailing ship anchorages that are now deserted, except for us.
John, the skipper, squeezed Trinovante through the very small, picturesque
Crinnan Canal so we could spend a couple of days sailing in the Clyde.
We left from there to sail to Ireland with the scent of heather blowing
from the hills of Arran and roared down the Irish sea in a fair wind.
Boat speed touched 11 knots at times.
Dublin was heaving with people from all over the world, gallons of
Guiness and a street theatre festival.
Cork, Waterford, Penzance, Plymouth…. so many evocative place
names with one thing in common, wherever we stopped we were greeted
by friendly faces on the quay and left with some good memories.
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Fresh mackerel for dinner 
Fast sailing in the Irish Sea
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Sailing is not just about the ocean, but also about
departures and arrivals. When you lie alongside a quay in some small
town far away from your own life, almost immediately faces will present
themselves, looking down from the quay.
Fifteen miles up some unheard-of river live those
who, unknown to their neighbours, cling to this thin channel as their
link to the world.
The faces start off by offering casual conversational
questions, but soon knowledge and care burst through and you, who
thought your role was to be the authority, find yourself struggling
to inject a word into their retelling of life and loves.
Others ask simpler questions then leave quietly
to return with their children, for whom you become an early memory
that plays a part in forming their lives. They may do you the great
service of remembering you when no one else does
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Other faces are drawn by the name of the home
port, perhaps once their home port too. Your voyage here has been
an adventure, theirs have been their lives.
A ship’s arrival is an event, and some places don’t have
too many of those. Events focus feelings that cause people to tell
their stories. Perhaps our stories are all we are. When you talk to
the faces on the quay, that’s when your travelling
begins.
Paul Farmer

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This summer we docked and undocked around 40
times. Our ship and line handling skills are all important when entering
and leaving what are sometimes quite confined spaces. This is an example
of just one possible situation.
Lines I and 4 the head and stern ropes,
hold the boat into the quay. Lines 3 and 2 are the head spring and
the back spring. The head spring stops the boat from going ahead and
the back spring stops it going back. Together they prevent Trinovante
from surging ahead and astern in the berth. Individually they are
invaluable in close quarters manoeuvring.
All the lines have been taken in except
the head spring (no 3). In slow ahead with starboard rudder applied
the ship is in a stable position held into the quay by the tension
on the head spring and the prop wash deflected from the rudder. Now
only one line is left for the crew to cast off.
The engine is then taken out of gear and the
crew ease some slack in the head spring so that it may be cast off
from ashore. The line is then hauled in by the crew. The ship will
then blow sideways away from the quay with the bows tending to fall
off the wind first. This can be corrected if necessary with a short
burst of ahead with full port rudder.
We return to the same berth but with vessels
moored either side. We can get close enough to pass a head spring
ashore. With starboard rudder and steady power applied the ship will
be bowsed in to the quay. The spring is surged as necessary to exactly
position the vessel in the berth. This line will be heavily loaded
and in the charge of an experienced crew member.
John Shores
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Clouds are on the agenda big time at sea. You
always have your eye on them. They might forewarn of a change in the
weather or be providing a spectacular sunset but they are never the
same for long.
I guess that we all appreciate clouds in some way but one of the crew
this year mentioned that there is now a Cloud Appreciation Society
who have pledged to ‘fight the banality of blue sky thinking
wherever they find it’ saying ‘what a dull old life it
would be if we all had to look up at cloudless monotony day after
day’.
Their web site is at www.cloudappreciationsociety.org
They also have a book out called The Cloud Spotters Guide which the
odd crew member was spotted reading onboard this summer
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Twas a dark and stormy night ..... actually,
it wasn't really. It was light south-westerlies with clear skies and
the moon on the sea as we left our anchorage on the south coast of
Ireland bound for Wales
John, the skipper, quickly organised the watches (2 groups called
1st and 2nd watch, three hours on, three hours off each) with only
small mutterings of mutiny amongst the crew! Having got another of
Sue's fab hot dinners inside us washed down with plenty of tea, we
got the anchor up. I was in 1st watch and John had us successfully
hoisting sail in the dark. Although we were all a little worried about
coiling the halyards properly, Sue let it pass muster!
By change of watch at midnight, we were ready for sleep. It seemed
only moments before Mavis was upon us with the 3am call. Second watch
were ready for heads down and we were all layered up for our turn
- it's cold on deck at 3 in the morning!
Trinovante sailed onwards over the moonlit sea, shooting stars above
us, and dolphins playing around the bows. We were all spellbound by
the spectacle - my, were the second watch jealous and my, how first
watch rubbed it in!
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Dawn broke, winds became lighter and John started the engine to make
up time. Approaching Milford Haven, we heard a mayday over the radio
and the lifeboat left harbour. All hoped it would be a successful
rescue.
Safe in port ourselves we went alongside with the crew performing
skilfully and putting clove hitches on fenders with ease. Mostly novices
on at the start of the week we had improved a great deal by the time
it came to leave - we will be even better next year!
So a big thank you to John & Sue for letting us use their boat
for the week, to the rest of the crew, Paul, Ruth, Sarah, Mavis and
Marge and to you Trinovante. You were simply the best.
Annmarie Pitt

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At the entrance to the Firth of Forth is the
volcanic plug of Bass Rock.
This summer we sailed very close to its sheer rock walls which drop
vertically into a great depth of water. The air around was filled
with the noise of the huge gannet colony the rock is famous for. Our
noses were assaulted and the decks took a bit of a hammering too!
Over 40,000 pairs of gannets live on the rock and the bird is even
named after the rock – morus bassanus.
Later in the summer we sailed past Ailsa Craig,
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another volcanic plug on the west coast of
Scotland
which has 20,000 pairs of nesting gannets. The two rocks together
provide a home for 15% of the worlds Gannet population.
One of the crew referred to the gannets as very much like the albatross’
as they wheel and glide effortlessly away to the horizon on their
huge wingspan. Watching as they dive bomb fish shoals, wings, folded
back to form themselves into a streamlined streak that accelerates
from the sky was great fun.
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Bass rock under the staysail boom |
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One great appeal of our voyaging on board Trinovante
is the bringing together of a group of individuals who form into a
team over the course of a week, learning new skills and rising to
the challenges that come their way.
We loved it, seeing different communities and places around these
isles where, as a visiting schooner crew, we have been made so welcome.
A crew, who have worked together, to sail our small ship safely to
port through that sometimes dangerous but ever inspiring environment
–the sea.
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Next year there is the opportunity to sail onboard
in the Norwegian Fjords and voyage from the Shetland, Orkney and Western
Isles to West Ireland (travelling through Sligo, Galway, Dingle and
Cork) Wales, Cornwall Devon and homeward bound along the South Coast
to the Thames Estuary.
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Looking towards Sundal Glacier - Norway |
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