One year since we arrived in North Devon after our travelling adventures (please see all previous posts going back to October 2017!) we are now thoroughly underway – week 7!!! – with social distancing, Corona virus updates and trying to get any sense out of my Mum during Skype calls.
There is a thought that keeps popping into my head though.
Continue reading “My Tops Tips from Sailing In The Bahamas To Help You While You Are Stuck Inside Your House…”I started a day of thankfulness for (probably) the best year of my life with a large papaya wiv’ a candle stuck in it.
Sometimes sleeping on a boat is like the best kind of camping, that special feeling of almost sleeping outside and nature being very close.
If you like that feeling you will know it makes you sleep very contentedly, even if you do wake in the night with the noises of animals, rain or sloshing wavelets and changing sea breezes. If you don’t like that feeling…why on earth not?!
We awoke in the 3 mile long, picturesque natural harbour of Rock Sound, Eleuthera on a calm and sunny day.
A bit of a landmark day for me, being not only my late February birthday but the 1 year anniversary of giving up working for a living. I started a day of thankfulness for (probably) the best year of my life with a large papaya wiv’ a little candle stuck in it.
Our time in gorgeous, photogenic Calabash Bay was only 2 memorable nights, before we needed to truck on out in the good weather, to get up to Cat Island.
Every time we have a mammoth, wet, choppy dinghy ride or sweaty kayak trip to get ashore I am reminded how nice it would be to get in much closer. About 1/4 mile closer in fact.
We steeled our nerves and put down the anchor in 5 feet of jade green water, knowing we could bump down on the sandy bottom if we had miscalculated how much the tide was going to drop. Catamarans don’t fall over. Yay!
New Bight at Cat Island was the perfect opportunity to give this a go. Several yachts – and a potty looking racing trimaran suitable for tiny people only – were already parked so close to the beach in this massive, shallow bay (bight: a curve or recess in a coastline, river or other geographical feature) that they could have swum ashore.
We steeled our nerves and put down the anchor in 5 feet of jade green water, knowing we could bump down on the sandy bottom if we had miscalculated how much the tide was going to drop. Catamarans don’t fall over – yay!
The view from our spot was picture perfect – the lush green Mount Alverina peaks at 206 feet above sea level and is the highest point in the whole of the Bahamas. On top is perched a dinky looking monastery with white roofs, which reminded us of somewhere else – Italy? Austria? Croatia?
Continue reading…Warning: This post is heavy on the lovely photos, simply because we have visited the most beautiful beach we have ever seen.
However, we had to go though a few trials and tribulations first so I hope this pic’ will keep you going until those are out of the way.
A trip to the loo down below in rough weather is always a trial, but when you hear someone on deck shouting for you halfway through you have the makings of a phobia
Clarence Town had been marvellous in many ways and was certainly a safe port in a storm. (You are allowed to use sailing clichés when you are actually sailing by the way. So many to choose from!! Anyway.)
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