Summer’s End – Time Flies

Sailing in North Wales – unless you keep your boat in a marina – is very seasonal, plus of course the weather!!! 

So after a couple more sails on Eira, and one on the CHA, that was the end of my sailing for 2014… how depressing! 
2015 didn’t prove too eventful either, I had met someone new and due to his ill health I didn’t want to leave him at weekends, so only one sail on Eira while Colwyn Bay’s Prom Xtra was on, a little race in the bay followed by munchies at the mooring…. bliss.
2015 disappears and 2016 appears on the horizon. I am invited to become the secretary for Bay of Colwyn Sailing Club – I couldn’t say no to such an offer!!! After my appointment at the AGM in Feb 2016, the monthly meetings followed by a pint in the pub meant that I didn’t completely lose touch. Oh but I did miss sailing…. 
I just needed to get back to sea!
It’s the beginning of May 2016. I had lost so much confidence in sailing (I had only been out sailing once for half a day in 19 months!). A conversation was had around holidays, I was advised that they should be spent doing something that you really want to do, so once you decide what you want to do, go for it! 
That night I was googling sailing schools, I knew I needed somewhere tidal, having had a look at local schools and locations like Tenerife, Cornwall and the Solent – I realised that as RYA prices were pretty much the same it didn’t really matter where you went. About 5 years ago I lost lots of weight, since then I am sooo nesh! I get so cold easily, I thought that I would like to go somewhere warm, I emailed loads of sailing schools for availability on a Competent Crew course at May half term, a few got back to me from Gibraltar and Lanzarote with options but I chickened out…. just not brave enough to click “book”.
After a quiet and not particularly exciting May half term, often enjoying my view of the sea and watching the boats with sadness – I got back on the web and booked a course in Gibraltar for August (getting brave! Was I mad? Yes probably!!)…
Check out my view! 

Sea, Salts & Sail Festival 2014, Mousehole, Cornwall

Well the 11th-13th July, I decided I would take any very first ‘solo’ holiday to Cornwall for the Sea, Salts and Sail festival. So having driven the long journey from North Wales I arrived late and tired at my campsite. Decided to walk into the village, eat and join in with the festivities. 

Well I found a nice restaurant and sat listening in to everyone around me. (Not sure I was cut out for eating in restaurants on my own- I literally had to bite my tongue to stop myself from joining in on others conversations!) Well, after food I wandered down to the harbour where the crowds were being entertained by a local male voice choir. After a couple of drinks I decided to wander home to my campsite. Oh dear – hadn’t realised that it was a bit of a one way system! I got sooooo lost walking home!!! Tramping through fields in the rain. At one point I was scared to death by a badger! Eek! My phone had died so no chance of getting my whereabouts by GPS! 

Anyway, the next day I wandered back to the village and watched the various activities from the shore, enjoyed mooching in the artisan shops. There were some great bands on the stage, I spent a lot of time videoing a fabulous older lady dancing away to her hearts content. Well, once again I was earwigging to a conversation between a couple next to me, the gentleman was saying how much he had enjoyed his experience on one of the old Luggers, and wasn’t it fortuitous that he had bumped into the captain and he offered him a sail. So at this my ears pricked up and I stuck my nose in! Excuse me please, I said, did you say you had been out on one of the Luggers? Did you say you know the Captain? Do you think he would let me join them??? I eventually let the poor chap get a word in edge ways, and he said he’d introduce me. So, long story short, I had the pleasure of sailing on one of the beautiful luggers called Barnabas  here she is…

It was a beautiful day and there were quite a few of us traditional old boats racing past the “Mousehole” cave and back towards St Michael’s Mount. I have spent many happy weeks and months in Cornwall over my life, but that day was the most memorable ever because as an adult I got to see some of my favourite landmarks from the sea.

Later that day I had a proper Cornish pasty, met up with some friends and watched my friend conducting Porthleven Town Band… The next day I started my journey home…


Well I have already mentioned Eira, she is a Super Seal 26. Sailing with the owners of Eira has been an absolute pleasure, and one much repeated… 

Here is a photo from the 6th July 2014 when we sailed around the Orme back from Conwy. (This was the day after my traumatic experience on Traumatic!). 
Cruising on Eira is like being part of a family, often joined by one of their grandchildren. (Another generation being brought up on the water, what a brilliant education….) always well fed and watered. My bestest ever breakfast butty was on Eira!
16th July we sailed to the Menai Straits and anchored off shore from the gazelle pub, this was one of the occasions when turning up first was a drawback, we walked up the very muddy beach – one of us got our welly stuck in the mud and ended up rather filthy (but my friends, being always prepared, got the baby wipes out – they were needed a couple of times that evening!!). We then lit the barbecues and waited for our sailing club friends to arrive. One of the boats didn’t quite make it in time that evening and had one of those moments aground when you get the deck brush out to clean the sides and pretend it was on purpose!! Bless.

Charles Henry Ashton

I have previously mentioned that my dad loves sailing, well he had to give it up at 65 because lifting the boat onto the roof of my mums car was taking its toll… so he took up windsurfing, then after a while gave that up in favour of a power kite (in his 70s by now). One particular memory always springs to mind, dad still in his dressing gown, with his power kite on Benllech beach, Anglesey. He said, “Joy would you mind putting your arms around my waist as the wind seems to have picked up a little?” So I put my arms around his waist, thinking, nothing will move us (I was rather heavy at the time!) anyway, up goes the kite. Immediately we were half lifted and half dragged along the beach!!! Argh!! Thankfully dad lowered the kite down quite quickly and we were back on terra firma. Phew!!! 

Anyway, my folks moved to Anglesey when my dad was 79, he bought an old fishing boat that was kept in Cemaes harbour.

After only going out in it a few times because it needed work doing, he sold this at 85.
Anyway, in 2014 he had asked to me to go sailing with him on a 1907 decommissioned lifeboat. Definitely I thought. 
So we went out on the 38ft Charles Henry Ashton. Such an interesting experience, powered by oars to get clear of the harbour and then the dipping lugsails and jib were hoisted for a leisurely morning sail. (Check out if you are interested in experiencing it for yourself.) 

I’ve only managed to sail on her a couple of times – once spotting porpoise on our way back from the OGA Holyhead Traditional Sail Festival – but she is certainly very different to sailing a modern cruising yacht.

What a whiff…

I don’t know about you, but I love nature, I love to see sea birds and birds of prey, rabbits, goats and donkeys!! (I live on the Orme but that’s another story!) but I always love seeing the seals and dolphins at sea. So far I had a few sightings of North Wales sea life, however nothing had prepared me for what was to come.

Now, I really did like the Cornish Crabber, maybe it was because it was a cool aqua colour (me being a girl lol!), or maybe it was because it was really responsive at the helm, or maybe it was because it was the first boat I sailed in on the sea, but one drawback was that it was a day boat without a bilge keel (for those of you who have no idea what this is, two keels underneath both sides of the boat that enable it to stand upright without water) so my pal used to sleep on his, and hope that he wouldn’t end up on the floor depending on which way the boat settled when the tide went out. I however, had been introduced to the exceptionally kind hearted owners of Eira, who took me in, under their wings in their pride and joy. Eira could not only accomodate an extra body, but had a heads!!!! Whoop whoop!! no more thoughts of having to pee in a bucket (which I just could not do!!!). Two fabulous folk who happily let me stay on their boat just because I was a friend of a friend. Hey, I could have been a complete nutcase!! Oh yes, I was haha! Never mind they soon found that out and I seemed to fit in. I was introduced to their eclectic mix of music including my favourites Queen – ‘I’m going slightly mad‘ and the lovable ‘Dominick the Donkey‘!

So, enough ramblings already, it is now the longest day in June 2014, yet another sunny day in North Wales. This sailing trip we headed off towards Liverpool. There were a few boats out and I happened to be on Eira, a Super Seal 26, which I found out can sail closer to the wind than all the others in our little cruising group and pretty much always is the first to arrive anywhere – which does have its drawbacks, but today was an exception…

On our way there, a pod of dolphins played on our bow and in our wake, it was really hard to take images as they move so fast, plus you are so busy watching them that you don’t want to go inside to get your camera… too busy enjoying life to capture it…

So we kept on, past all the windmills along the North Wales coast, to Hilbre. As we arrived, there looked to be sand dunes with loads of rocks along the shoreline. We dropped our anchor as close as possible, on our approach all the rocks started moving into the water! – it was seals, hundreds of the things!

Anyway, after a while they came to investigate us – honestly! their breath was sooooo smelly! Very fishy – possibly not surprisingly considering their diet! It was an amazing experience to be surrounded by so many seals.


After a while of lazing in the sun and enjoying our new friends, we went off to find a mooring. It was a beautiful sunset that night. Some of the boats from our club joined us, one left it slightly too late and ran aground (they shall remain nameless!).

The next day we sailed back to Rhos. What a buzz though – I have seen many seals and dolphins in my travels but nothing yet has surpassed that weekend… I always have to admire them and appreciate their beauty…. just make sure you have a peg handy for your nose for those bad breathed seals!

A ‘Cracker’ of a Cemaes Sail

I have just been going through my photographs to try and write these posts in some order… I have found some photos from a memorable sail to Cemaes Bay, where my folks now live, a week after my first sea sail on Cracker…

As you can see it was a beautiful day and evening, we sailed for (it feels like) hours and hours! This was the first time I really needed a pee when we got there (I honestly cannot emphasise the word ‘really’ enough!!!), I can remember meeting my dad at the beach when we arrived and me going “this is dad” and walking like a very desperate person up the beach for the loo! I really couldn’t face going in a bucket onboard!!  Not on an open day boat for the world to see…

When I rejoined dad and my friend there had been an invitation to my folks house for tea (eek) not quite what I expected – but thankfully it went ok. I then stayed at my folks, and watched Cracker and Eira set off in the morning and I got a lift back home with my dad.

Looking at the photos – who says you don’t get blue skies in North Wales!? And I promise you some places look way better from the sea than they do on land!

Sailing rediscovered

Well many years later and with a continued love of all things afloat…

I have mentioned in my introduction that my life had drastically changed, coming out of a 11 year marriage that had broken down and I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I made a new friend, who had invited me to go sailing with him, he had just finished working on a dinghy and wanted to try it on a lake. He had a yacht which was over-wintered in a boat park, but wanted to extend his sailing season with a dinghy on lakes.
In December 2013, we met up to go sailing on a nearby lake, me with homemade Cornish pasties in hand… It was a cold but fun experience. When I had been out with my dad sailing as a kid I had never done anything other than sit there and follow instructions! Sea Miracle seemed to be a lovely boat, and once again, I didn’t do anything except sit there and follow instructions! I did have a go on the helm, although from what I can remember there was little wind and I only had to try and keep it in a straight line, no tacking or gybing for me! However I loved it…
In April, he invited me to test his lovely new Cornish Crabber ‘Cracker’ on the sea. We drove to Trefor on the Llyn Peninsula and set sail for Caernarfon, it was a beautiful day with slight winds and I realised that my love of all things sparkly came from seeing the glint of the sun on the sea, so beautiful. So inspiring… I had been really worried about sailing on the sea knowing that I knew next to nothing, would I be seasick? Would I hate being in this little boat for hours? but I loved it again…

The next day we set out to Caernarfon to bring ‘Cracker’ back to Conwy, the weather had changed, the wind had picked up and the sea was lumpy. Knowing that the limit for ‘Cracker’ was force 5 and knowing that there were gusts of force 5 we weren’t sure whether we should actually sail. Anyway, we did, I loved the rise and fall of the sea and it was exhilarating when it felt like we were surfing along on the waves. Again I thought this was amazing! I realised I liked it more than the day before when it had been really calm.

Oooooh, I’ve just found a video…

I sailed a few more times on ‘Cracker’ each time becoming more aware that I didn’t have a clue! I would be on helm and could follow basic instructions but how do you keep a boat in a straight line with wind and waves! Eek! During this time I began to meet with his sailing club friends, all of whom were so lovely and actually quite normal! Not the posh toffs one might expect when you think of yacht owners… funny how prejudice creeps in…

Moving on, the next boat was a Cornish Shrimper named ‘Traumatic’ – not a name I would choose for a boat, but hey, any opportunity to sail was fine by me!

We were sailing from his mooring in Rhos-on-sea to Conwy. The wind made our passage difficult, the Shrimper didn’t sail as close into wind as our friends and they arrived in Conwy long before us. We only just made it around the Great Orme, having nearly turned back a few times. We made it around the Orme and had to follow the narrow channel into Conwy on a falling tide. The wind and sea state had picked up and it was raining, I was on helm, we had to tack (at this point I still had no idea what tacking meant) I turned the boat, too far, oh pooh! Panic arose as we had to counter my oversteer whilst keeping within the channel and not running aground – my poor friend nearly got cut in half with the tiller. We got back on track and then had to tack once more, what did I do? Exactly the same thing again! Well – shouts from my friend and absolute horror from me – I was never going to sail again! My friend asked me to make a vhf call to our friends to let them know we were arriving. I will never forget my first call “Eira, Eira, this is Traumatic, Traumatic!!!!!” And oh it was.

I haven’t sailed with that particular friend since, I’m not sure if it is because he thinks I tried to kill him! Or whether it was due to a change in his life circumstances – I like to hope it was the latter haha! But anyway – I truly want to say a gigantic “thank you for reintroducing me to sailing. It has honestly made a massive impact on my life.” I will never forget those experiences…

First experiences of sailing…

When I was young, my dad had a dinghy made from expanded polystyrene. It was called a puffin pioneer, it had a glass fibre coating which was dark blue and had red and white sails with a puffin on. I don’t know any specifics but I do know it was not very big and similar to this one

We would go on holiday each year to Carbis Bay near St Ives in Cornwall with this boat on the roof of my mums car. Dad had ‘customised’ the pioneer so that it could be turned upside down and pulled up the beach and car with a wheel positioned in the bow. Poor mum, dad would lift the boat onto the bonnet, then roll it up the windscreen and along the roof until it was in a suitable position to be strapped down. Sand and salt water dripping everywhere…

Honestly – it was a real head turner! Dad in his blue and white towelling dressing gown and straw hat sailing this boat. 
Being only about 10ft and a history of tipping my mum into the water it generally was only my dad that sailed it on the sea but I do remember some trips on Llangorse lake and the canal near where we lived in Brecon. Generally with no wind accompanied by the family dog and midges!(Here is my Aunty and sister on the beach in Carbis Bay.)(Dad, me and my friend on the polystyrene boat on Llangorse Lake.)(I could not resist this picture of Dad in his straw hat at St Ives, replace the coat with a blue and white dressing gown to get the normal image!)

I remember visiting my cousins in Falmouth and going for a sail, there were quite a few of us and I was down in the cabin, I remember feeling a little queasy! Here is a photo – I think I am the miserable looking child in the middle!!!

A lot later I can remember my uncle giving us his wooden hulled boat, this was a little bigger and I remember a trip to the Mumbles, me, Mum and Dad. We got there, the wind had picked up and the sea had got a little lumpy. After getting the boat in the water and it heeling over way too far with no more reefs to take in, we gave up on the mission and decided to go for coffee. I had a change of clothing, but guess who forgot? As we were absolutely soaked to the skin my lovely Dad had to wear a long mac with wet pants to the cafe, maybe mum and I should have been embarrassed but all we could do was fall about laughing at poor dad who was a shivering wreck and looked very dodgy!

To make a long story short, that boat is now the dark squares on my chessboard which my dad made for me.

 I love that chessboard, but can’t play chess! Definitely need someone to teach me! Any offers???