tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764836399096485382024-03-14T08:55:42.081+01:00karmavoyagerFrom birth I've been a bit of a gypsy, never living long in one place. I've sailed solo round the world and love travelling, believing that it is often better to travel wisely than to arrive. A life without dreams is like a butterfly without wings, it cannot fly.Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.comBlogger331125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-77338221116047875722023-10-03T19:47:00.001+02:002023-10-03T19:47:21.783+02:00The long journey home! Our BBF slept well, but woke early. He dozed and then got up at around 08:30 hrs. Showered, shaved, got dressed and packed the last suitcase. When he took it downstairs he found Brec and Sandy there and so he sat and had the last breakfast in Milford.<div><br></div><div>He loaded his two large suitcases into the back of Sandy’s car with Brec’s help! </div><div><br></div><img id="id_3a1e_1b07_18ee_d861" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCcHZTiMOc9KzOCb89iUhMBTgO5ncQoEoJNQfbRaT1y3XhqqhcRCzl3qBN5IOFZYxE0fblkOxzqzb5DRu3BLukKvWmB" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><div>Then they gave each other a huge bear hug with watery eyes! Promises were made to return Insha’lla!!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_ae45_9366_4c7a_6615" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaB50RdxCC2WZFmxyU_Bb0TuWP84VfekYCzzuj-dXjDgD6_6reVi2awP1y0kPQE5kj-Pe6e-spj-XAsIgpyCNzn0oJ7QEg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><br><img id="id_a327_e7ec_3552_683b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBJRTtJBeWBTHUwtFNISMgfZfAcYsB_tjW7fyYLkktgUvlyrRFEPw6z1w5IvnNaDkikqjuMw1pwPF1GXO1PV932VrbrTw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky as Sandy drove us all to JFK airport. There was much traffic on the road and it was good that we had left early.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_847b_8a9e_554d_19af" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAXiaG0Cpo-shHCbmrgrRcUo1qBEwXABdkhw1By971-hBiRGJuSop64s2WzEA245YAt3dmUCKC8h4fV9XOOccXrkc8s" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>When on the bridge over to Long Island we had a view of the New York sky line. </div><div><br></div><div>Sandy dropped us off at Terminal 7 for Condor Airlines and then followed another tearful hug and grateful kisses for the generosity and the wonderful hospitality shown us!</div><div><br></div>Our BBF found the check in desk and dropped off his two suitcases. Then he had to go and pay for the second one, $118! <div><br></div><div>The security took with the long queue about 30 minutes and he had to go through the X-Ray machine twice and be subjected to a body search as his artificial knee showed up on the scan!</div><div><br></div><div>Once belt, boots and everything had been gathered we were off to find lunch! Alan had one last Burger! Then it was just a matter of waiting till it was time to board!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_7ad5_3e72_8f34_6a74" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC53yJL36CW80TUtt2bClBCROIg1ATgv5y1vUvEtrL5qvKTtUvugHfe_SSMc2gltMVFFCuQs69zLrZVihrobchGwaMQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_27_b428_fd37_f6e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCx4YZV3ZClT9aaNK4JS7nzpjxubrWa5eQaW_HXud9nWBYgLeSy-jRs0ERlfudLyPkk1GhsWTzzlzeFfnBkRFpBv5ybzw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>The Air Tags seemed to show only one suitcase loaded on the plane! It says Backpack but it is a suitcase. We hope it’s a glitch and nothing more!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_91e7_5a0c_f535_296" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaD5qV5DAgjC-fw2RqPR10Na3Ty6IISvGU6Kn3ianhNxpJ1gcnY2euOCkirmErFBdsPvt0OIS8no0T83gF8_1krO4-7Csg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>We boarded late and we Bears are in the shoulder bag under the seat in front!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_bd0b_bd5d_6b3c_54d6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaClbSZFNoZ7n0lzITHwwgO6I5KCA-jks9ciT36kkISmHm5A8xgKyLs0dbgtLTiVCjvWbDkVW5jU9NWiCZWYZ6fUQLmwxQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div><div>The route to be taken we found interesting flying over the sea where we sailed just a few short weeks ago! We are amazed now that we sailed back and forth over that bit of ocean!</div><div><br></div><div>Our late take off from JFK we felt did not bode well for our onward journey! During the flight our BBF watched a film called A Wrinkle in Time about two children looking for their father! He then tried to sleep a bit but only rested his eyes. </div><div>Another film was watched Fools Gold, and so the time passed till landing! </div><div><br></div><div>Our BBF did his best to get across the airport to get his connecting flight to Düsseldorf, but failed as they had shut the plane doors a few minutes before! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_9712_cd58_4fff_9fb9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaApq2DscHZWDDGqroqQWWVrRh4IKCL8rbGx1viRAFCljQSrDkBjd0FK6gphtVjzQd7-uWcPobTu9ROd8tCfqdfFwWLxmw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>The Air Tag showed that one case is still in JFK! </div><div><br><img id="id_a3eb_4d01_a29f_4138" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAm3pFwhz94KP-TumHuZ6Nlr3k9aFVq8hVsEyRriXtyNurM2Kxzcxs3xGDivbPYQPzluH9CPtZnie7f1ZxMqvyvXVT4nw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>We were quickly booked onto another flight leaving at 08:35 hrs, so now went directly but slowly to that gate to wait! The family have been informed so now we just have to get to Düsseldorf to report the lost suitcase! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_fd16_5575_e9b1_8591" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC9xDNSsm7vtN4z_bmq7UhavAk-3k-kxYKP-Gh8ISIzde9q6xJ08Rq6R7HC5Iq-22MorbUj26_B60qUFrMSgswNtSysrg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>And then the App told us that both suitcases had arrived in Frankfurt! Good news at least!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_34c5_269a_cea1_3030" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDGqyXpnw7Sc8VkUIig0z-IVYU4NNeP_HyRzO-YCf8l2oHqFM1mvjziZoxIi7q5eVZL19iMsEvgEc2BgdG0BrmpmhC6Hw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>And then our BBF had a window seat, but tried to sleep!</div><div><br><img id="id_f800_19e6_6a74_4dba" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDayc6tVtUB0ubsaD1NybLxUbhkXoqF5nqatvy7i2qo1H4iwiZM4J10LOJWbZshUjFXKXDPLfIZ9kaBsQezkfyES2-stQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>We were in Düsseldorf in next to no time! </div><div><br><img id="id_52dc_3b8_9e37_62d6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC9z6cA2_ty74H2XtzJz3ooMLAhRtJM10dOHWyJ74g0X77yfhDXcj54pMaeWzDkSDtb9EgeFhUZCFcT51bbBjSdWOa3IA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>And our Bags were there too!</div><div><br><img id="id_ec69_60a_b40a_e586" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDsxQAw4BDrt2QNOD7_DyHn5AVY9FqWiqq5F3-WSdrLqY8GqJDO8gWaXG7Gsp0V2cNbc3EDy1KZ_eQD6W2fqkKZPBAA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Petra and Vincent were there to collect us and took us to Sigrid‘s for a welcome breakfast! Sigrid had her own surprise, birthday gifts for the sailor home from the sea! </div><div><br></div><div>Back in our own four walls our BBF went to bed and we began telling the other Bears about our adventures! </div><div><br></div><div>Alls well that ends well, now our BBF needs to recover from the adventure in America! </div><div><br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-8433199980182909062023-10-02T05:13:00.001+02:002023-10-02T05:13:54.031+02:00The Last Day!Our BBF slept well and deeply. He woke at around 08:10 hrs and went below to make coffee. Brec was up eating his breakfast. Sandy came down and Alan made himself some breakfast too. It all got into a bit of a rush then, Sandy was helping out at Communion and left first. Brec and our BBF after getting dressed followed thereafter.<div><br></div><div><img id="id_a6d4_4cb4_554a_af90" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaD6QdkV30RSwwOn91j_fJkE4fydMIfOCsBwFWv91LMsgyoueVyBA0zcp8SjqySbCd6ZErRVB6Fy8Z8LOy2kKJ9FR3QtKw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">When it came to Communion the congregation formed a circle and those serving went round clockwise. Our BBF and Brec got on the side where Sandy was serving. Each human took a piece of bread from one server and dipped it into the wine (Sandy) before eating it. The congregation then held hands for the last prayers.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our humans returned home, where Brec got changed into work clothes to go and sort out a few things on the boat as the weather was so fine. Sandy and our BBF got in the VW Beatle with the top down as it was so sunny and warm and went shopping.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5c2_22e4_1c1f_88fe" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaB4z6TFlDcTR9Z1OFdXlKBvuonCGA1yKLheFQ3W1OAqORsMHjje6cPvxvc3p4a4-Fn5lbio91Kn2lwPIeaRrnSgNkW71Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They stopped for lunch at Five Guys which has the reputation of having the best Burgers in the country.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_81b5_647e_8636_13d0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBn_vl-5IYhNxljyj3Tbd4Ua1brVnPypPaaN49UYT4LlNwQItNrb8S0FGmJ6yhW-Ky-DnUM8R-S9k_YD2TighNVVs1bIA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_196e_c34d_52a3_fe29" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaD8EbK5IbHmcYJt5WS6IJStH6UJm8ZvjRLTkr7_0STpRCCfuKOGmDfhExnGI7KSe7EBdJ_g6a4qeNaCFI8vzJpmKkZZPA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They were certainly good and came up to the hype they had on the walls.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Alan wanted a simple Luggage Strap for the new suitcase, but it proved a bit difficult finding one. Eventually they did. He also bought a couple of Air Tags to put in the suitcases which they found in Walmart, and a couple of Luggage Labels too. Then it was back to Milford. He finished packing the one suitcase and then Booked in for his flight online.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">That done a certain stress fell from his shoulders.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">When Brec returned from work the humans went out for a last meal together in a really nice Italian restaurant down town.</span></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_c573_107a_ba7e_5a2a" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCaoXAlX_FZqpTJ9C-ZkWIqkyJ3L_yEA0_mdahh1M4sCn7XkFrHNsdJ91M8-0w7BCbHR9nIMnIHqcPV-Jv86EXMHZmPwA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF ordered a salad for a starter, but it was huge and he just ate enough to make him want more.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_96fb_bba5_d991_768c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBcmGn8KQiODWFpQCWmaIXE9eMwtKksBlsvvEs_i3jA2mrCFT6IyuYyt9VGnwihU3wUR2kRZgkoNvH-LkSYSB-BGNXqyw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">He had a Seafood Platter with Linguine and it was indeed good. Sea food here in Connecticut is always fresh and not something he can get as easily in Mönchengladbach.<br></span><br><img id="id_1c60_3636_4f2b_e7b5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDBfEdwwEbm7nRLTiG0pvDv891ADqCamTRLKyNJJ8QyC05tMSF7I20GS1_-H284Vyx8CHqbiWcBYXv5RP4Y7M_VtK5h" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8f83_1ff7_5ce6_5e7b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAj214FoOpwObg6VmrVk0YBelQqzSdRRmTkxPvC57DbMY3qToMSYkeujmzhs8DzbQ8lgYuNihi1XjQ_I4d272pKpBJaQA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The humans toasted themselves and the adventure that had shared and enjoyed some more good time together.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Back at home they relaxed and watched a film, the Green Book which is base don a true story, was funny as well as being a comment on racism in America. One last toast using the Shipfaced Glasses filled with Port ended the perfect day before they retired to bed.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-61667453960881495182023-10-01T03:58:00.001+02:002023-10-01T03:58:33.967+02:00A Birthday on the Lane.The weariness in our BBF’s bones is still there for he spent a restless night and got up tired. He stayed in his PJs and just put on a warm top and went downstairs to make some coffee. Brec had returned from taking his brother to the airport. With coffee to revive him he felt better. His thought of getting abluted and dressed died. He made himself some toast for breakfast instead and thereafter went upstairs to have a trial pack. Alan had bought a new suitcase and initially intended to ditch his old one, but not everything he had went into the new one, so he decided he would use it to pack the rest of what he had and have no rucksack as hand luggage as he did on the way out. It will cost, but we remember one year when he sent parcels back by post and he then discovered that an extra suitcase was cheaper. Then there was another year where Sandy gave him an old suitcase for all his stuff!<div><br></div><div>The weather outside was cold and wet. The men had to go to a birthday party on the Lane. It was John’s party for all his cousins and family who live on the lane. After our BBF had showered and as he was finishing dressing he had a Facetime call with Petra and Vincent. Consequently the men were a bit late getting going.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_511c_6a8d_77c8_af93" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCahF0MIZ0NmwanR-YEiIopx2ui93llzvh_vN2FR0cgAaxjYCiy6LO2yyTghfoymkVz5VIQqO7eOIfvnLoZRaA_z0oG5w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The weather was not really conducive to having a picnic party on the Lane, but John and Barbara had put up some tents to give protection from the rain which fortunately did not come full force, it just dripped a bit, but it was cold.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9f45_b4e5_a139_dcb8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaD2w2j_04rRnUPzagvEkysAByJOceIGGor5RrNiGWdFtz6ZcJDhWnSYHp_eGHD14zDlXA5AySakQI04SNGlRGh0CUhfFQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_9114_f97e_7422_f05b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBXWg6gRBGU1FXqjQ0r1MgXgu-8OIyns6LMSrD7MZe6pc17epxn-9un1GMujGPqf4z6r2zxUGMgfzf1Z0MBT4jk937_" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4756_d3c1_d463_91ac" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaARXrvWXmChQxKOq-hluHZVeFZCdJqSyPTGjiJNkSbW7hn3HL-E8GCPGTGUst9GJkb6MBCezHr5Tko50pf1QIYysbtegw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Two brothers, Brec and the birthday boy John and cousin Mark standing in front of the Pizza trailer John had organised. It had a genuine wood pizza oven and the pizzas served were very tasty.<br></span><br><img id="id_433c_b6a7_a4da_cd6f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAphUb1gSOZL3qr9qPC2IRt6VnubvzQhSnAnm9R-JTT9Wht-ZTpreZnwqFAMFg3KD-ElSRfP1rWYGo1ly5UxXvvj2j6" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e29c_3a09_6c2b_4184" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAe6lBUapfhl5K9IYOANH--9cySfvpJ6eepjx1ODnjiC_VhkfZSn4ZLHLsz--ppMlpYCAeCloiuzdPo1k5utqhjkKctPA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">A huge birthday cake was produced with a picture of John as a baby which we all found cute.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_81ed_a235_4f19_4ce1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaA2A3J-g6Sqvp4-X8peqdaZjtZbH__8yPlzL_ZRFnBABGVVXq93J8VzaiSyx7tT11Ef-i6dt01pkHgQXsPoQ9e7BeP4HA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The Pizza Wagon had real difficulty getting out of the Lane.<br></span><br><img id="id_26aa_d1ff_a587_93bb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDJvYIL2FLhkd5MB8IKf7PATzHnw6T3dhvSuZNUWRbp9Zy30IZkJF5aYtQtnmG_G_JhQJLgGTRPX-VjA2kxonl3pBEMcw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_5df4_5618_cdea_86ca" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBOLCXdIYGmP0yeSHsk6wSsxYrY7VcpYs8kAXVubGKmDMhJa_pvHYcFCiec7RHx95wSeqHPwld_Qn5fr5HM-6LoXWsx" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">But after much to-ing and fro-ing managed to back up out of the lane guided by Brec and another cousin.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_c132_e44f_e77_437a" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDQOisF7FKF8Irs44GhamOq9KeBwXnYWygVrKi3TAkNBzuHIyTES69gN_H8wGhpob_XCN1B_jy236NyWa1LP-sNaY5EuQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">John made a couple of speeches and was pleased that many of his relatives were able to come and help celebrate his 70th birthday. People sang Happy Birthday and those that knew it also sang Sandy and Brec’s family birthday song. Our BBF and Brec were the last to leave and drove home in the rain and dark.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><div><br></div></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-1052444863807150562023-09-30T03:55:00.001+02:002023-09-30T03:55:00.100+02:00Brothers singing.<div>Brec had asked our BBF if he would make pancakes for breakfast last night, so this morning after a good nights sleep where some of the weariness in his bones was eased he got up at 07:30 hrs to make breakfast. He prepared pancakes, bacon and eggs, laid the table and then waited for the other humans to rise. Sandy woke and came for coffee. Alan made some apple pancakes and some plain and kept them all warm in the oven. The Morgan men slept in and eventually our BBF called up the stairs, “Morgan men, show a leg, breakfast it ready!”</div><div><br></div><div>The conversation at breakfast was easy and light hearted with much laughter. Brec and Geoff sat and played songs and sang to their guitars. Geoff had written many of the songs himself.</div><div><br></div><img id="id_a8af_701b_ca6f_cfad" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaA5_YTiGV9oltaYsPW1loDZryTlLdt2YtcQ1C7ZZiD5mapa3RgxY6N8tabm6dE4vT8wtWe-TH0VRDeywtcWk_-W6JM5aQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Leaving the brothers playing their music Sandy and our BBF went shopping. He doesn’t have many days left for one of his favourite activities now.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They went to the Trumball Mall in Bridgeport where Alan found a number of things he wanted and spontaneously bought a few others. Sandy went for a pedicure while our BBF shopped.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8e4b_e56f_9eff_4eb3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCtSbHfnzPBJ0fGWLeZx_VdnKWJSOz862RVuxvp4NrwSgvE9CY--DhInh2lLr0TwyQ6FiuA5lJnodsJXmKjG8NDgIL6Lw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">He then need a coffee and a doughnut and went to Dunkin donuts in the Mall as he has discovered the Boston Cream donut which he likes. Sandy joined him there and they then drove home. It was still raining and the Freeways were chockablock with cars, it now being the rush hour traffic on a Friday night.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Back at home Sandy and Alan cooked the evening meal, after which our BBF shared a glass of Writers’ Tears with Brec and Geoff, who then played and sang some more.<br></span><br><img id="id_c5c0_ecab_3275_b434" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBTRqwh_wFWidN4T6bWQvpox3xOn2pvPwEwat2ReyJQRycFxvHcYAqJoo0aZKacZJV_osvQl3UefKrfOrpI-VAet9t_wA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec is taking Geoff to the airport tomorrow early so we all said our farewells before going to bed.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br> </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-74870581973723537862023-09-29T06:36:00.001+02:002023-09-29T06:36:41.409+02:00A Morgan Family Birthday Party on the Lane.Our BBF was the last up this morning, the other humans having gone about their business. He spent some time in the shower and then trimmed his pirate looking beard to that of a gentleman. He made himself bacon and eggs for breakfast and Sandy retuned as he finished it. <div><br></div><div><img id="id_80d9_f451_9cf2_9f1e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAhgL6LiO--NylWdx9YawJvHEVEFjtu7KO1TzPb5fmjnpwD6nmhCp83II50GSzItTD7rej-JJb6LnhfhGZ1D2UHAMUE9A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sandy had done most of their laundry and our BBF could now do ours. We have to comment on the size of these huge machines, compared to the one Alan has these are industrial size which the picture does not do justice to. Sandy then left again to help her sister-in-law with the preparation for the family birthday party that evening. Our BBF sorted out his stuff so that he could better find things. His suitcase had been a bit of a mess, but now there was some system to it.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec returned from having worked on the boat getting it ready for the winter. He made himself some lunch and after a shower the men left to go to New London to visit the Thames River Gallery where Brec has many paintings in their show.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5f9e_83be_90fc_fff4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBBh63Iprl_t5Q9jP3JmNsNfBt6-olAvhpdlrzOLs0gDaUm2uFnPF4rmCKqvXd1gX1YTmhQiZCblkcVwI3y47ae7qxi6Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF was now able to view the painting done by Brec which is the star of the show. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d43b_8bf5_ef4a_6482" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBY9LNOJwwkt3VT0TSng2lyaOyz9dI9IR8RRTrqNdKdlpe6JLYHe0Q78cF1jbvP5Vz7h8dqwCAxQHkh92DdQ_0PWlfJ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF looked at some of the other artists paintings and then discovered a book.<br></span><br><img id="id_7425_4802_42e0_433d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDhbXEs-B0SQZaVdaUaWpwPj8erL6ahFKiC2CnleZgOSdJdx4imevgVX6sI_uJJFFmQGpaNvX1_7q_7JYRrTbueDth2" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We had no idea that the US Coast Guard had a Bear as a mascot. He asked if he could buy the book and the owner John Johnson said no he could have it and pass it on to his grandchildren. Little does he know that we Bears will keep the book for a while first.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b592_218f_53f7_2200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDys4MpWkK5Fu2jL4edI7oa7cqu4Ke3EMMfTHIdxMTPPHgFG8H7D2ZPLoh6lcEI-er1OVFft7EGN2xuoI94_3mW9RSpag" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The men then drove to the Lane in Waterford to John’s house to help celebrate his 70th Birthday. Brec went looking for his brothers and after saying “hi!” to the woman Barbara and Sandy took a walk down the Lane to say goodbye to the Ocean.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1c94_c463_1dc0_3cd6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC5JplWOtrvFJIv2tUNPk8ThNnTC_KO3eu7ndhrYmy14JHtM34yHusr1xIITzmN2g6gxI66XrHwJ8BTEL-G9ZuHjmcTSw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e5ed_73c1_84ef_53a0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBnZK-RS-1fiBuALw1EsQ1YuhpY1xHm2JtbciqGIdvS4qj-jVFyqwIrdG0du5gXWrEP-nmNoVOxhbfoPWNc3kuaFApP" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The sun was setting and the wind was blowing cold so our BBF did not stay long, just sat and thought what an incredible adventure we had all had.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_371f_c568_90d8_f618" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCNrmp1Ikxzjun99wpZnQqYTg1G21ACuibNrCjrX7wSvnQh5PH285HGoLqeELR7hSzfJoyp_TDcKS6LRXa4iWuvp2qBcg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">John the birthday boy and his older brother Brec chilling after a tasty meal of twosorts shrimp with two sorts of rice and sauce with beans and roast cauliflower.<br></span><br><img id="id_e349_5d06_e8c0_7d5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaA5vA7vtTDB5I1OYrXxj01vmQn8at1TTLw3QMhqtdH610L4PGRx2OzKfRHF79_U5wPRezNBAsAICjwq8X4xjBcqXdIL" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF was now also introduced to Geoff, Brec’s other brother who is a gifted song writer and guitarist. He had written a special song for John’s birthday and now sang it to him.<br></span><br><img id="id_93cd_11e_4193_827e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDQzFwEUp8rBtQe8DZ6LE8twur32INgmDpzpEPBHhNwQs9bHxnRNtBGtjZW88bsnMgQRIdJY6g6j4REvX9UeVwFkUwb" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The candles on the cake were blown out in one puff so wishes can come true. John now opened his presents and one of the first was the Tower of London mug our BBF had found in an antique shop in Lunenburg. John now surprised Alan by giving him a present!<br></span><br><img id="id_2139_2d71_be93_86f9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDnZLsFEUIBmeApPBT1ZLJAz9JFs3e2-9Zq07AyBKa13c2CMsPk_2DsQifB65p_wy7fHxWnNQ3OqVHJ6AKX3uJbeE8FuA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">John had had a number of glass globes made with the logo of Brec’s circumnavigation inscribed with his time in New Zealand for family members. We were there at the same time and Alan was now very emotional at this generous gesture.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9ee_b934_f5cb_eb9d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAR3rX4rnVz0diVD8pHDvwv6hngUIol96OAHtECK0K0cNCQ0NZAY-CnhDvie80QBFUbnIlsgLC_WGNgb3gHz9qCVx54Nw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The last present John opened was a small version of the larger one of the Lane in the Gallery, signed also on the back with some personal words from Brec.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1b96_e429_be9d_8eec" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDgO7hhyiBgxBOz-l3O6iet6XAfhHxHUapc8od4slzFxWcvSMRcuK3jhkCPIxulcV4HTfFZFusHpL7YZ2GkVC3EASDz" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Geoff then sang another song he had written about the front room of the house the humans were in. Back in the day when the Morgan’s were children it was their grandmother’s house and it was a lovely tune which invoked the love of the Lane and the times the brothers shared on it. One line of the song mentions how their mother would bring the children tuna sandwiches for lunch down on the beach. So now we know where Brec got his love of tuna from. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This was just a Morgan family affair and our BBF felt privileged to have been included in it. The party ended and the humans returned to Milford, bringing Geoff with them. On Saturday there will be a formal large party to celebrate John’s 70th. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><br><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-82903658735455494102023-09-28T20:12:00.001+02:002023-09-28T21:40:51.498+02:00The last day’s sail!It was a quiet night and the humans slept peacefully. They arose at 05:00 hrs and prepared for sea. Our BBF made each of them a thermos mug of tea and then they slipped in the dark through the rail bridge which opened for us out into the harbour. The sky was clear of all clouds and first light promised a fine day ahead.<div><br></div><div><img id="id_5ebe_ced_7e45_e1a4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAM4dYE7wKtXlJiFH6AhksaPPYjC62wvJlrOyPgAIhAsXO6g3AtQ6GPbxJuA6pp_ydiZbivnzRRuU36UW7ArcMebeVH" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">There was little wind at this stage and the humans were wrapped up well for the cold.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5d58_a621_c24a_c151" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBvNn976HNfe4FptoMyPIxHrKJzg7ecm48mJ2zv-Q559EYCLvr6Ex5z9sfUX5H69CvFvem7dKwb35Z99ultNvfQOZMkiw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><br><br><img id="id_52c8_ebe_fb28_2a92" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDaVGfG-Eedb9FDDq8mSgwZ0P3g_R2BbC2ijcaN894cCgoOPW9Y9Vks1t7c6XYE0LuTRp0ykR98Kett5qoREGdEXVlx0A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec navigated well again we have to say and our BBF was the voice activated Autohelm!<br></span><br><img id="id_d77a_10d9_4ab9_3935" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAUa_zh-bNNJXqV2LUbIt3TiWPWsubUXDnM7FJ1wzrsR06UR4Zg82CZ6l6hTH6UTXVHhfOCnu__7AGZDDKUVpgDrYLh2A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As we came up to the Lighthouse at the entrance to the channel we were over taken by two fast US Navy Patrol Boats armed to the teeth clearly going out to escort a Submarine into Harbour. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_19a_ff36_e509_58eb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBgWHi2lXJE1dLlgwja8WCrLxhES0FnBhV0tMJrhjhPrQ8vP6m4s_gIWoFpstsJ37LLyowrIUKKJU1Xe6yUeTeK73A7" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Then suddenly it was there coming in at a fast rate. One Patrol boat put itself between us and the Sub and gave us a toot, but we were already turning onto our course for Bridgeport. Alan gave them a friendly wave and then they rushed off to protect the Sub.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d0ed_f160_3661_51ab" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBXgxiJ55hHg9gdggYMM-iIVw6Bp3Wtc_2lLcuPU4U8ZaPhsSOtKFKWnpivgpi9TkGiViLY8FmWeXiS7MnXBPq6NaA4LQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The sun then rose out of the sea in a blaze of glory.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_df2a_e151_aa46_900e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAcucOBrv_44qXKD_FK_YtoVR6mM6JYvYO_HssYGjNeyCyS1uzRmisUDtZO4KLhcuGeFjennWgTAyV-pAie4MQ4SCpRTw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">It was still very cold, but the moral of the crew and us Bears was great. We had not seen the sun since before the Hurricane Lee caused us such grief two weeks ago now.<br></span><br><img id="id_6dac_b7fe_7c40_e86" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDiuUNT7tFztrgBmsRtf3UB9sfDlJRa6IBSRHzHt56FJRkwXslo0K35kxkvd4lI6zIa9cVBdrb3rl3AJ_wc_x_dX0ZmyA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec set the Genoa and we motor sailed initially at over 7 knots later it came down to just over 5 knots which we managed to maintain over the whole voyage.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3ee5_615a_3e85_e932" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAueNWipZHTxWjASf60orcIfoNBWOUKP0hEb7uTDbMtU_Zjbq2aRBVlDyuoxuZJh8p_h1hK-oeOhABx476j0Us7d1WYCg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec served breakfast to his autohelm and then we passed the beach at the end of his family Lane where so many memories for him lie.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b3f7_54af_4289_fc5d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCTH2S1fzY3jOopmdCtEFIFOULgmnd97ScFLCNrDq7BvyGRG-inj4QN1AoezRXiga-LEWGKAHFp__F9wsLUKVE_X8I4hw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec had made a larger version of this painting which is the centre piece of a Gallery exhibition in New London entitled, <br></span><br><img id="id_566d_cdf7_f8ee_28b2" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDfONb1ZI_q_8CMINOrvWYJv2XkR1U7AoZTlfXTITugpRMpnED_yWFFlsA2C_23eq_daRrFhKUBCDKo1NZi25rC46q_Dg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_cce0_ac2_fc37_289" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaASlPPzmv-j7HfuKZjahCm54OosctkcqairfaprY8xIFVha-E1ybimwDOcv7VVm0pEgpxotHc7VG5BnkF1STQSSNnaJ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec deep in memory of his boyhood spent on the Lane. We too have been privileged to go there and share in annual Family picnics and stroll on the beach.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_57f3_2598_bc65_be38" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCP0LYsVSHRIGlt0tWGylLv6aUnbY4Ma1Jql02iAjg798tEaYrEZ5L0fanc4xYIaqFGX3_pMpetSYicqMnLiCGggIRZ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As the sun warmed up the day the humans were able to shed clothing and throughly enjoyed the last sail of this great adventure.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5994_9f7f_ddf9_a6b8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDSLJavb6P8RG_-qqs3r9lMPv2jcM9HV-AOgFHUHgNI4zOMqSQb6KYGlQSe7k87cXSXjsQdlV308XXUKvR9716FpZmwSw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The wind was light and as it turned the Genoa was poled out.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d59a_e04f_dd1d_7c00" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCobyB_nrP7rNmcm0nOntTY5NHAjRW2Bz0Omgh6QF5ATM9s21gg2P1jcvFPCvAVdSQKZ3-gzvmCgD-iJgVgHkEieR_r" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">First one side and then the other. Brec served lunch and made a Hot Dog Sandwich for his helmsman which would sell easily in New York on one of the many Stands there. Brec said that the Hotdog Stands Salesmen were very enlightened as Buddhist Monks would go up to then and say, “Make me one with everything!”</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_ee23_abc6_55de_f435" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBj-wg6hJmXw7c2sakWbIqNEs2piKDbcvOplSrY9IyOZaYJCzS2Wf-CIZizG9Lv_o3tA-0OkI92ys1cKFc82A43BbfB" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e3b7_5cfe_dbf_18bf" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBXxDzmio3bV6oCZHeM9y2pg9JhC9LtNzrWmvTv-bnaUtccYfjthVFGoVvRC9_cPzaGKMQbk9vfWkbL9vqCYRUlY-A0cA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">More clothes were shed and soon we saw the entrance to Bridgeport. Brec admitted that this was one of the fastest passages from New London he had ever made.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3b08_db96_48e_de4d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC1UOTqrZ-bCCzb_X0gCFSGhwNQ1k0lD77_Lw29p0yJX3VlsY5lmhX-VS13fO5wrUUtc0Qq6P7lUk4PaeBR_e6Yki5q7g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The sun on the last voyage of the season for us bears was great too and soon the humans made up on OTTER’s home slip at the East End Yacht Club. We had sailed in eight days a total of 497 Nautical Miles from Lunenburg, Nova Scotia to Bridgeport, Connecticut in all weathers including a Gale! Brec then shared out the last can of beer and the men toasted their achievement. Our BBF was emotionally tearful, both happy and sad it was all over! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The men then packed their things to begin getting off the boat. Brec went to get his car, but the battery was flat. The alarm had gone off while we were away! Brec called AAA to come and start it this took a bit of time. Our BBF did what he could in Brec’s absence to pack and clean up. Then we too were off the boat and in the car back to Sandy in Milford.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3ac6_f549_2fb8_dcb5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAab453CTq577uF9YJnnPMmk21julZ_S-HDRBtBUEfVWubvMbUZL5O9yVKZv3t1VQSWm7h4IMnIX6BSwT3z6Jlqg2DAow" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sandy had prepared a lovely meal of really thick lamb chops with fresh asparagus. An excellent red wine was drunk and ice cream was served after.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec unwound from his adrenaline rush by playing guitar softly.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_a5a4_ff3d_9678_825f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBXEICaFSCAMCMOzfBzuuIf_jGNTsFdsbREb6pMOKRLessn3SOaPOeQprIcNxmYbHRicgLhHEOj2JTo2bd8w3v2aOsB" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF was a tired Teddy so went to bed early and slept the deep sleep of sailors home from the sea.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-12322423263542211492023-09-27T00:59:00.001+02:002023-09-27T00:59:18.010+02:00A quiet sail to New London.On the floating jetty in Galilee where we made up in the dark, as the wind was blowing us onto the jetty, the feeders squeaked, which made for a disturbed night. The humans got up at 06:30 hrs and our BBF made tea and breakfast and the men discussed the next passage over it! <div><br></div><div>A power boat next to us asked if we could move back as the bowsprit was sticking out preventing him from leaving. The men jumped to do that and no sooner were they below when they noticed him leaving! They realigned the boat and got ready for the passage! </div><div><br></div><div>The day was cold grey and overcast with a promise of rain in the air. Outside the harbour Brec set a reefed Genoa and we were off, sailing! The engine was turned off and peace reigned over the boat.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_4d0_5622_5e51_ca3b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDRy210ACfYkXY-VgIKP7GrR_66r28wE4Tbtvdl8bDfozTfo66CixTdwWS3n1sUNqHZgYhki8qd9pI9Lgha_o60WHr9" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3a1d_71d9_5d40_e094" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCwhm7bRFhTUPsIEirIfcnQo46IdYS4_3EfUi2TOCZCUNaNyrbqKy5OVpw0sNMz5gjJMwSpPjtnZGMgSD80MWXOgvIzNw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>We were protected from large following seas because of the land so it was good sailing were it not for the cold.</div><div><br></div><div>As we drew closer to Watch Point and the Passage round it, the seas began to build again. Thankfully the wind was not more than 18-20 knots perhaps gusting 25 knots at times.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_5d6b_64ea_30d8_bd3c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBUbbqtGM9h1za81W6IzgL2lZGXU4f3YwhT2PhNRtvQY1VmgQ7I8pHdI4dh9hjAh4aKaYfsckqS9ndRSZoUvqpBL59z" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>You can just see Watch Point over the Starboard side on the horizon!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_bc82_1b3f_7c1f_c5d8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDrmzQaW9KsbMQzgM6dDoJ_L_Zlxq2xrA5qKQrpsrgAHrKyYpFxJjKbNl3j5rxlQjRtnY33Snh2HXxZlOEjs67mD9ldhw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Fans of Bonnie Tyler may know that she has a house on Watch Point and it is the big white one you see in the middle of the photo.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_4cad_d686_1641_c23b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCjCfMLal1cUPXq_3T-b315woIYF_pD7vPGU2tSC73mIgSwaPxqGWWsd5f_x2oilqtuCtJG32gfN5qc0FJDcmVUgpqb5w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Once through the Passage we were into Long Island Sound and the following seas were much calmer and we were able to roll out a bit more Genoa!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_acd3_7e25_4868_7f51" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBPL5Ih6KhlKlcO4G0A7VBO7FejNa9UHoPh-wjMcQqo21OhvSMLg9ZBlYoWtw-JgvURq7LrU4SIkDWNTSP1568_66Lx" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>As our BBF was on watch Brec made some sandwiches for lunch which we ate as we passed Seaflower Reef Light!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_db9d_f096_c21e_f756" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC7Ku1RmBCPKH3KQdLgw-qB5CuC3orEOufw0Vb_F-AY9bE8YP6Q2uWi_uXPEbhjKoSKiN98c2cGKw7wH1yZVmpde_i9yg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It was then just a couple of hours more to New London. The Genoa was rolled away when we got to the entrance and the engine put back on. We have made up in Crocker’s Boatyard again. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2f3_98e0_2b92_f159" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaD6RCnU-js-T5ZpWCSlTAInNe8Bqkm8-946X93qrjrsX_lD9NLGYMWzlUU4CdqDi5JlC46OXrDuH6AuCKlyOSvlYdzHbA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Would you believe the sun came out after our humans had showered!</div><div><br><img id="id_1bfb_f183_356f_e996" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBEPTf4KPR7tOeAmcXyEXb41dtcu-w774zPHa62cP27rPFRQksWy4fh0Ox0K3l3dxh-2UVMXjMhyQBmM9nWS6YUMVZmzQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Brec then showed us a horrid bruise he had discovered on his arm which he probably got this morning pushing the boat off the jetty! <br><br></div><div>The humans, clean and refreshed went ashore for a meal! Tomorrow will be a sparrow fart start so they will be in bed early for tomorrow is going to be at least a ten hour sail to Bridgeport. </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-34985583133531364572023-09-27T00:49:00.001+02:002023-09-27T00:49:09.735+02:00A bumpy cold wet ride to Galilee!The humans were awake at 06:30 hrs. It had been planned to leave then, but with the wid howling Brec fancied a lie in till 07:30 hrs. Our BBF made tea and then made breakfast after which they put on their oilskins and set off into the grey windy day. Gale warnings had been given for small craft in Buzzard’s Bay, so we knew we were going to have a tough day!<div><br></div><div><img id="id_ae95_7066_9791_9b4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCyEMC3FTEzeSkyISAXwlmZQtoOgVB0YpyQ-gvB0AVnaAEAuirsleyaDmPPBMcbJqzaaRSXWdX2svrG7O0i4RxLJvZdSw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>With just a scrap of a Genoa and with a little engine we motor sailed out of the canal into Buzzard’s Bay!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_8f46_fad6_ce92_79be" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDIkS02OZtOuh6GvfBlxZJSOYVTVUt_zCvVf6bH6A4HjjgwIVED4d0mSThkMh77qP4PfRSoudZ1EMeayF-j0azi2QA8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>As the day wore on the wind got up to 35 knots and so the scrap was reefed, and still we were going at 5 knots with big following seas! It rained and blew cold most of the time too! </div><div>It reminded us of the Atlantic crossing with our BBF after which he said never again! So 25 years later we have to ask what are we doing here!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_fe2c_5508_6306_7eff" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaA7TpczqonYkhQ98bpaeKDDOnAzWDMe1ficGpLUZOJQRckLh2HiRMUoe9SyBzXaK8DacXE5PScPCuUHkXCpaoa3SmxqGQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Supporting our BF Brec is the answer! He admitted too that today was not a nice day. With poor visibility strong following seas and winds of 35 knots it is stressful for the skipper/navigator who bears the full responsibility of ensuring a safe passage! All our BBF has to do is steer and keep watch and cook! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_a6d1_b6ae_492b_3a67" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCIDI1bD5gtyBNXiXIgX1qjU0CzDwrNwdoA6_AOP3OBz6NMWuxh1xzxUxqh2uRb-N3R00UBhKtXFabdImE1zD3CEiwHVA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>After some 45 nm we made up in Galilee just behind Point Judith for the night! Our BBF cooked the evening meal and then we all fell into our bunks as it had been a long hard day! </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-18858656627571011922023-09-27T00:45:00.001+02:002023-09-27T00:45:44.633+02:00A wet ride to Onset BayThe wind which was promised howled in the rigging all night, but we Bears and our two humans slept well as we had all had a long hard day yesterday! Both humans were awake at 07:00 hrs, but turned over thinking, “ I don’t want to go out there!” <div><br></div><div>They finally surfaced at 08:00 hrs and Brec made a cup of tea for all. The men then discussed the plan for going forward. We then dropped the mooring and moved to the fuel dock to top up with diesel, get blocks of ice and top up with water.</div><div><br></div><div>On the dock the humans met two Polish guys called Mark and Al on a large yacht called ALRUNA. They were trying to close the circle on a voyage which started in Newport went via Chicago, down the St Lawrence and they had left from Halifax a few days ago. A light lit up for us as this must have been the yacht that was following us on our first two days out of Lunenburg! They too wanted go through the Cape Cod Canal today. </div><div><br></div><img id="id_cd86_bdf8_d074_3925" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCMClYbiQfnF1LR7HNMfv8_UgsoHFLFbUUMMMyKXr1VasibTir_Du0gQTs1Wb5cGCfXnB8uMTT2sS_LRSTLWyIooxA2Zw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br> ALRUNA<div><br></div><div>After filling with fuel OTTER was put back on the mooring and our humans went ashore for breakfast at the Post Office Café. <br><div><br></div><img id="id_159d_6a13_896_a3ae" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC7V_ZrsROMqPFF7bfdLyocSlcrlqQRPGG0-svRkaosLnw1N3a8OA6QxkJnOpVIeqirJ5R_NDQnni0NGPo88TGZYDeSxQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><div> A big breakfast of French Toast with bacon an egg defeated Brec, but our BBF licked the platter clean! </div></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_1f2e_f65f_ba2b_b79b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaC_4gsgUXF4e5cYNGs5W8NkfXDtcBX2xJfwhcw4MkOm3F4Oo6liOtGrAvt2PYnHU4iraRqGeC4UL46WcYdhAhwbnBTPQA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Back at the dock Brec agreed with ALRUNA how to stay in radio contact! ALRUNA left first but Brec being the good navigator that he is tuned it all perfectly! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_ed32_46d9_827d_6b30" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBuF1MNWK6cyKQzGquTWxnrMslRz-tcwLcBefkU2CDg9REfv0FK8xOsSB5rKxFpHTLGSenC5MoGmAg_JmTzF3JA9MubMA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Here you see him in his armchair position at the wheel. The day was grey, overcast with light rain and poor visibility.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_1543_def8_12e9_738c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaChkdR4g99how3Z0ZPCJDwJfDjDhw185vJ39_oJhSxJVW-P142EbDzmXvTgqeLxDVZ7afOcJybiRC22chVTuX4_C4W2qQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Outside the harbour Brec rolled out a well reefed Genoa and we were able to turn the engine off as we were making 5 knots. There was a following sea and with wind and rain from behind. </div><div><br><img id="id_e02e_4a60_17b8_52b5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaDgJG1Lov7zRWeESx7J6gZf1srJVcomapseNyrvkUCq1GBJpGFFBvHZl9qXBFDmlNjouNKidxAfNUd0g5NxwiDqTcak7A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Our BBF sat in Brec’s armchair and kept watch all day while Brec navigated. As we progressed towards the canal, ALRUNA called and had got there too early, their wind over tide situation made the entrance very lumpy and they thought OTTER would have difficulty with the situation. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_98ca_b455_fbcc_b57e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBRpZ8_T_izJqjpIAQixB2RaSQxI_nLof2I8L19zS5e1UbazsEzKphz8tZHHFoQhqMYQfRLvIO0QvItri4VhA4bRKiTQQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>Brec, however, had timed the passage well slowing down or speeding up as necessary. As a consequence we arrived at just the right time to go through with the current. Our BBF with his Eagle eyes spotted the buoys well before Brec could and then hand steered through the canal taking only a break to use the heads when Brec steered.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_fed_dabe_9278_a242" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCGsz7KSKgxzJPTJ-85MbX9JXZR2IM1teVhp6Lb2Mqjy3FljNGuKy6bdkmf-1jiQKlT-yqrs3ucoRd8CHzZQ55hQU7X2Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_d18a_a832_36b3_7a95" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaCpNLaOIoJF4mEwSF2S2wu5ENa0lR8eHJXE3Z0TA97STb9u3WDBmKGuGtYNdXoRk4J2AtQ03mPZ3FLfPPCcJXkfsmoLkA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>As the unseen sun went down visibility deteriorated. Our BBF on his iPhone has an App called iSailor and has now bought the charts for this area. He has discovered that it works well as a navigation tool and now used it to good effect to steer the boat into Onset Bay in the dark.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_178d_6dd6_4cbd_afa0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaBy_Jk9jT5naaJOkiprT7ZTLXoyRVS48G85V6giKydv_q8nzR8YKNKnFPdDvOaYs9vQHB-HM_Xs4WcdvwynN1vV6ImbPw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>You can see here the track we took to get out of the canal at the bottom right of the picture to the blue arrow which is the boat at anchor.</div><div><br></div><div>Once Brec put the anchor down our BBF went below dried himself off and cooked the evening meal. The two men shared a beer to celebrate another successful passage. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-85566646882263959532023-09-24T00:55:00.001+02:002023-09-24T00:55:07.328+02:00Starry, starry nights at sea!<img id="id_e9db_5a01_a736_b8cc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xQG-Fya_3G1aNirSVekw52oogHPjeTZ3Ab_9sZyfC3VLGwLLhWZ-NMSHr56pdBtXSSX3HAnXB_d07FusfzX2R7h5DL7Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br> <div>On the morning of our departure (Wed 20 Sep) the two humans went ashore in the dinghy one last time to say goodbye get some ice. Upon their return the dinghy was brought on deck, deflated and stowed for the voyage. The wind was blowing a bit so Brec put two reefs in the main and hoisted the staysail! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_ad84_3073_aeec_8bd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x6uuekTE1JbGPwbjpPtn0riq1DSi97D_Uj5r3h6qjbnW3JmEYlcjHSpKuJ7btE5lfrakyN3ZKApAMj5m1KeZxpIXH2" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_96fc_2091_46a_2cba" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaAzKopio9AxTr_tFjoOKTmL7ccLUywoYJSangasXJCbEMxBohNQz0bmwcwZGT1GphNUYSgcEhmvlfNzDM5TckrQakS4qw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It was a grey day and not warm, but the men were glad to be at sea again! Our BBF told us that every day is now part of the journey home!</div><div><br></div><div>The engine was kept on and was not turned off till we got to Provincetown! This was done to maintain boat speed and worked well with the sails that were set at various stages of the voyage. A watch system was kept by the two humans which had a dog watch so that they did not always have the same night watch! This is a good system and why is it called a dog watch? Because it’s curtailed Brec has pleasure in telling us! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_b37d_96ac_47dc_7c2e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xyUPeFN-obLI35EG0WcXOzpwwZlzqFEPF5l-kTSsLjXHQc-MvlO9n9rBukfcq1rWhnkNElI83GCHAPDWoosXcJ5PEL_A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It was cold at night so the humans without fur dressed in many layers! </div><div><br><img id="id_fe9b_b164_cf0d_1051" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AK7aPaD9EyDw_iDeOQxVi-2S_VUCRVxR6nejfFTOSn3dY12eHzdnOzdNoM0erUe9h3VDYjmD25iAhrJaGV_e9cRAddoneEyu-w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>The sunset was promising and the night was full of stars, from horizon to horizon! It was over 20 years since these circumnavigators had had this pleasure. So much so that our BBF two nights running mistook a rising bright star or planet behind us as ship!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-50137410256920493822023-09-20T00:50:00.001+02:002023-09-20T00:50:21.816+02:00A tourist day in Lunenburg! It started to blow and rain a bit in the night, but we were all cosy and warm below so we slept on. Around 08:30 hrs Brec was the first to surface. The men slowly got going. Our BBF made breakfast and tea. Brec made a phone call about work and they sat and chatted after that! <div><br></div><div><img id="id_2a8f_b482_93c6_e1c3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zzso45N3V9xfNMu7vJPO25oRLdsBjzGg-nenJf0QhtbuLSauZzU4LEoG6PjoHU2NR96rr8esL3qGyb9zzL0UajiGvAmw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Brec refuelled the dinghy and bailed out the rain water ready for going ashore. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_a93_cd06_d95_e8dd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xACyoO7hRfubBo-dGlK5jcU5htiXhPjDd1A218q5Qo9dSuEVwvufUohGAOVhQvAfl3r6IZyeYmmgZ1MjRTblYbJlTghg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Our BBF made a whole load of Tuna Pasta salad, enough to feed a platoon let alone two old codgers in a boat at sea. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f304_5701_d89f_8d13" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z62AN_K13MQ9FIKGCyXpbG-PbhQHPkPJeIWclRUNQj5B95M8pPTcB6pksdvT5DklL2aOqlVNrqSL7NoB4CIU_e63tg7g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Then we all went ashore to do washing have showers and visit museums! The men put the washing on first and as there was someone in the shower our BBF went to the Post Office to buy stamps! He then saw that the Laughing Whale cafe was open and went in to have a really good cup of coffee and a muffin! He was unable to renew his Verizon SIM which runs out tomorrow as the web page was unable to process foreign credit cards! </div><div><br></div><div>He then walked back to the shower block, but there were two people in the queue to use it! We did the touristy thing instead.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_e052_be9c_794d_3b87" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wUMR7lL9ydXTMhf7cXHlOzqdCXLnfAC_PszPVvc7xkGqD70DHU8Ma9MeqF4VvcRb7QD6mxlw_a-rJ8AnlGg3sKat9A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We Bears visited the gnomes and fairies in Lunenburg.<br></span><br><img id="id_a752_cbf3_1604_b2d3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ynPfzn7aPgfYhI4cMHCJ8wQcaDeWcnlaDMKJG3YdIEpDiYIdwwnhD4M7PRwRUqZ52wstk8y5lGLiQ6G9p_MEsQSpGqCg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Then went with Alan to the oldest house in Lunenburg! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_7838_466e_c1cb_5589" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ySNj6lmkzRkiwqcrrs13by_b04i2ke_2L5Pjj46bun51u6zYOwdkOyQFbGIDVYni7opsNF8z78I78EW3oSfgh0vSPj7w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_adbe_1050_71ca_cf32" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yGcUGDDaiEvBf18u9lkHx4v0eAacVjzXOcG597h_TYECOKO8qDl6fYWLlqm3OMyOaTyYM0BmfZwNlTsGk5yZZu99GnwA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>The Knaut-Rhuland House Museum had a shoe placed in the wall to ward off the devil! </div><div><br></div><div>We then went next door to an Antique shop and found a suitable gift to give John Morgan for his 70th birthday, but couldn’t pay for it as they only took cash! Alan went back to Brec who gave him enough change to do so. </div><div><br></div><div>We then all went to the Fisheries Museum which had some nice models of sailboats as well as enlightening exhibits! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_3017_2540_4266_7225" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w_S53wtzNzhph8fl4W2UaWuR1LFX8hP7uXJe2gDwE_E9icS_Wq_JeuSBuc9OO2OtN-xVAbZbKarW44XAYHi2i2FAmM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e35c_b245_5fc7_4d09" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wA7YyiNVtquec2oYuMYhkZrqq1gu1REO0D9DDtpAvGoQv6Pp89ZUklBGsMC-pTzHZb8ebOLG21vcoJ-jXA-JETMsYFvQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>This model shows the Grand Banks and the Continental Shelf with the various currents that have an impact on the fish and the climate! </div><div><br><img id="id_1e78_4b77_1388_3656" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w1zeCoF9yGQJpgjaLWUUsXHtxrTUcXb_4doooZlBsl3Lt_x5PU3nlIzddNbUZWe4d7CM_6IFbFz1eppdOppyVmMr4ZUQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>This model of a Cod Fish is also the size of the largest ever caught! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_e3e3_2448_4688_b918" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yJ1QsGVSQyZxBcnEZfxDU2V1ZA-bKCvKwC55OWjkUdQOVoVJg9v0jBBmgXpdM4pJaHn1phHgWAq92SJ8IvX-pp2jE6" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>In the beginning the men fished with hand lines from the decks of sail boats. They stood in these casks which kept them dry and they also had wind shields which you see here!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_dfac_9f6d_8a22_3b96" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wMBOfJ1XID1vHJFUM8PgPro__ymEa7k9PArAnQ269QF1HnMW7TwN2FY8AW17n9q4CC-uaJo_234COkO3xAqtT2rIU3Pw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>Later they fished from dories like this one! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2c55_e397_b16f_2dbf" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yOYVOtITDQssKkBSR1FjTVygNmU_8uiQm7MeSioCuI9ZSMTobG5KStCPdSaV-FBLML2mrBtal_W_biNTFC35GccdBcdg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>This model shows how they did it and shows well the swell they would have had on the ocean! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_8b50_292_ac66_11f3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wVsuruBVM2sIsY9h5pUFcMjlDXSnd2hvNPANAD3JhxApqxiMWFyAqRinWOpXFJ4D2eItDx0brD_ESQr-WXM7yqQzpU7Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>One room was dedicated to all the fishermen lost at sea over the years! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_4140_4b8a_201e_29be" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wS_StmfJbsUJ9RQ3Nt_POzpoGgC6pIhDiu68VF1PRpRcAN7L2ZJ5yBs9sMjdIogvcQpXSIOyAZBpuplj3SWI5CDeccvA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Alan posed for a photo</div><div><br><img id="id_c28f_1b80_fc26_6188" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x3JWvf3PsOY3jnk3zriKsdLfhoTiXLTzEWb62XzC5rFJypgGAO9nBzjExRvUzmQaRzQO0dghhvxWlXKS_eNdCbvAYi" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>And so did we! </div><div><br></div><div>We returned to the Zwickert Wharf where our BBF went for a shower and Brec moved the dinghy as it was being blown on to the muscle encrusted dock sides! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_5fb_5afb_fe16_dd5a" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y-E4G5CAW8w1lBFnhIqNBb5S-FL2eK2prj6OZZL60k3bQJuVCEmwY9oKtfEByT8FsLQzU5iaZxmN11Ogx0gNA_ScNS" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>The humans now had Tacos and Beer in one place but as they had no wifi went for Cocktails and desert to another that did.</div><div><br><img id="id_98bd_84b1_9aff_eecc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w5DL71B-VVss-W94UO01b3UTOUMqRG8pQ7yYPiVExIdn9298CIfsiVi1bocTsxRB-Omtju4M13J6VgFcCMZmSL5_rQcw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>We will leave Lunenburg tomorrow, Wednesday around noon to sail directly back to Provincetown so will be out of contact for at least four days! Till then! </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-16542444430023420122023-09-18T23:38:00.001+02:002023-09-18T23:38:59.733+02:00A days work in Lunenburg <img id="id_e7cc_47a3_db3f_3c40" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xAcXAQ8CJko2IV-Zy61I4Lu4CQ6yHRmmQLDbolGRcSebGIAoRfpE_2SydVSnroRZZpXwIf3Z_NlwE4lmMaDSEISzy6" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br> <div>The early morning view from our hotel room window was promising! The humans were up early as there was lots to do. The hotel had still not got its wifi up and running as their provider still had no power. Parts of Lunenburg were also out of power, so we were lucky. Breakfast was taken in the hotel for which one had to pay cash as there was no Internet for doing credit cards! </div><div><br></div><div>After breakfast Brec went and got the dinghy and engine with the motor car. Our BBF met him at the Wharf and then took the car to fill up the extra jerrycan they bought yesterday. That done he collected Sandy and all their baggage from the hotel. Back on the Wharf Brec was pumping up the dinghy! The kit was loaded onto a trolly from the car and Sandy took the car to get ice for the boat! </div><div><br></div><div>An emotional farewell was taken and she set off to Halifax to return the car and fly first to Montreal where she will take the train tomorrow to New York! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_9eae_f1d3_38a1_3a0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ximiZcU2epaobBRLG_QEIYVfb3Ip9iE3tfWFBvrdH-koV7UiQJshFTxq4XyYOQNs-EG0ye8G3zYdBDgJEQi2EV3K0a2w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>The men then launched the dinghy into the water, loaded it up with half the kit and set off for OTTER! Once there Brec got off took all the kit out of the dinghy and then our BBF set off back to the Wharf to collect the rest of our belongings!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f8cb_a9c9_5fbc_b0ac" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z8VTZvTSbLROpb2FuI-AxEpw0iNeqounrGlMfh-G2IRtaiCcNaxuXRK6sjlK55xKQuLJm3A8FA3rsEks1QAXuwPvFE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It’s quite a climb down but thankfully the tide was in or it would have been further! Back at OTTER the kit was unloaded and then our BBF from the dinghy tied on to the mooring chain, which Brec had pulled up out of the water, a new Buoy as the old one had blown off in the Storm. </div><div><br></div><div>The men the set about putting sails back on. They worked slowly, but methodically from bow to stern. First the Genoa then the staysail and then the main sail! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_6d4d_1974_d31e_a39c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zGqIhgaq03uYRd3HkL9JiLefiG7mEQiNV-FQtjfLpbM8hYHub0mo1kFh4RI4ERWjOLa3HRmtrmL5qAU4sJEGDN_zQ0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It’s easy in the telling but there are many little things that need to be done so it all works and it takes time. When that was done our BBF tied the Liferaft back on deck. The dodgers and the Pram-hood put back. When all was done personal kit below was sorted out and finally the men were ready to go ashore for a meal.</div><div><br></div><div>We should mention that our BBF made lunch and tea at teatime to replenish some of the energy used during the day!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_ea82_3aae_3eee_11bb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-woWHtSnSLbu_rYw57Mz-cAjTVWbgjY4jWZC7uTjvHuAAl-XOEdkx_AWcvl-0J-0ZS4r9JctexBwtkWUSwLk3DFR0GV_Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_1fdf_8569_96b8_800e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zxByTu9hbWTXgCu2tuMPlnqgAEj5VW47rjqa2dpNT2RKs8DcU5VnOiJ6_-_gtDNJ3eBVa7UbrgW1GuReA_LS2tC9kLKg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br> The new mooring buoy!</div><div><br><img id="id_1fd2_833f_1e72_2147" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wfr1PqTdFIK8gHXerLo3XvIZ2lqawy5aZWvDGmPGqi2lu4sSvnSuwRXnEARse1P7zN3-uL9LfdTO-kZFKpx2SdO4dB" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>We are back in position with Pugsly and have brought two new friends with us! They are Sandy bear and Schnupsie the hedgehog! Both were birthday gifts from Brec and Sandy! </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-16323180084491505352023-09-18T00:05:00.001+02:002023-09-18T00:05:22.488+02:00Back to LunenburgWe were up early as we were going back to Lunenburg and Brec was keen to get going! The start of the day in New Glasgow was overcast very with light rain showers as we got on the road about 09:30 hrs. It cleared more and more as we traveled on. We stopped once for fuel just North of Halifax by the airport.<div><br></div><div>When we arrived in Lunenburg at around 12:00 hrs we drove straight to the Zwicket Warf to check on OTTER. She was riding peacefully on her mooring in flat calm water as if there had never been a Hurricane that passed through here!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2887_af64_ecd9_6174" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z2tizde4GOpxisaJGt8LRJhuUSZYa326r3t1LPI1OpRKePYgU5A0y__xI53qfQ4XkbtyLep6X188Dy10V3HyGTC-hA3g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br>OTTER can just be seen above the bow of the dark yacht!</div><div><br></div><div>However, evidence that a Hurricane had been here there was! We had seen broken trees and branches, many already cleared aware. The worst though was that there was no power in Town at all! We were able to check into our room in the Dockside Inn, but they had no power and their restaurant would remain closed.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_ed56_e06c_4566_e2f8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xfyQKCE88V-NufvvaakNreGWEkVeTnco0qTHGKdBMWV4zmoxAmhFSrD-6LlX0JNZt75NZq2-8Asr1YwrdRo3Su20Cr" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7a88_f3d0_25ac_a318" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w4sk0Bm_f8VuXSWJJbUU18HoaUiloxj7EsEGWPkjOiCigoqgrnF9uyLx9CJXbjCdXpJ516ZHA0a35KK0QgLkBSUIRH" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br></div><div><br></div><div>We unloaded the humans and our kit into the hotel. Then the men left Sandy and us there while they went to see if they could get access to the dinghy! They returned without success, but had heard that the supermarket was open as they had a generator. Together with Sandy they went there to revictual the boat and to have stuff to eat for lunch.</div><div><br></div><div>With the stores they returned to the hotel where our BBF made lunch! After lunch the men went to the Filling Station by the supermarket as Brec was keen to get one more Jerrycan for diesel. That way he would be fully sufficient in fuel to motor all the way to Provincetown if necessary! They were successful in this and Brec also bought a small torch which he and Sandy did not have with them, plenty on the boat just not in their luggage and the bathroom has no windows so is in total darkness! Our BBF has his headtorch so he didn’t need one, and we bears can see in the dark!</div><div><br></div><div>The men now lay down for a nap! When our BBF woke the sun was shining. Brec surfaced and he told him that he was going to sit in the sun on the dockside! He also discovered that Tim Hortons outside town had power and was open. Alan told Brec to pick him up when they were ready to eat.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_a5c2_17b3_3b85_f44f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wxshJjYdR8-5yPO3f26NEr3AM1X4LMg0lXYQBNC43XKylL-sxdAMqpbBqS7biOQI4BlQAdOcTy-4d05HLDu0DNBEGxhA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br>The Dockside Inn where we have returned to!</div><div><br><img id="id_a38a_c182_8118_e7cf" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wbt2PCkYp-BTF1XraKnpdefZR3tuUTqH_6ib9vPM1Dqw3N31JpnTZ2fHowNWELgE9ROGS3oZE3cEygAm-R0y-hJVxG5g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>It was nice and warm in the sun and our BBF just chilled looking at boats and being by the sea, always good for the soul he says!</div><div><br></div><div>Brec came and collected him and they drove to Tim Hortons, Sandy wanted to sleep some more and was left in the Hotel! </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_4b9c_d65e_95b_e3f0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yIDAgMoed99Fbi8GGhVgpRVrJq9TEyZelQdaM8WUG8iq8UJemFcpmWshi6uW7l89t4-aOBu5S3ZhFbNCGGS5e3AWM1aA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Our BBF‘s meal! While the men were eating and charging their phones, Sandy rang and asked for them to bring her something! She also gave them the good news that the power in the hotel was back on. Hurrah! So ended another day in Nova Scotia!</div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-40277199172674920982023-09-17T02:19:00.000+02:002023-09-17T02:55:59.988+02:00A Birthday in a Hurricane.Our day started with Birthday messages for our BBF from our Worms patchwork family and then Brec and Sandy sang too. The humans then went to breakfast. The weather outside was windy with rain, the hurricane was coming closer. Birthday messages were coming in from all sides of the planet. His Pace-O’Shea patchwork family also sang and wished him well, as did many old comrades and sailing friends.<div><br></div><div><img id="id_b52f_c34d_60b3_5328" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x37V3BQOrXHA9v6Lqm4nzeP_Ao1bZEnWY0qlFY2moyvjztozywSLJkmF-9rrY2UyTLq1cf2hGSkINBW3CJI-QlRGbOqg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As the stone shows it is the 250th anniversary of the arrival of the Hector to start the Scottish Colony in November Scotia.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f65d_22be_c67f_84b0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zSls4s6RI0Qdi-e8gG1MZ5DbEwoliEpzrzzxpZemKu7-8Fy6f2_b-ISS3ydmrBQ0aLsrXt0ODBPfrcvadxNgnkbg65DA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_410b_2a92_bfb2_4820" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wyYHCHFH6kfYSzwdj7necXeGR-mnVuEnRBLvnLkFxR9hC4hq7J6gXpn4dQ--Nye3_6EZbP_YJ07vORY6pLTH75OkqTMA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">After breakfast we went to visit the said ship in Pictou where it is being restored.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1036_ac1_9500_5a94" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zUl2k5zPNHsL2K_F3yHQecA5R9pllOtghEXf7Z3IF4OVMO9qP16-8DpZMp-woQtRCxVFSFp-PzQXlxWLxXjCno8WMG4g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_ca91_5594_e765_eecd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y4IwBMmA-XIu_vf24AIqYGSxuBYwqurTqNZBQoH5vzSjWgPSKQnJRizyke0GvLFSDgTEW8XoL3F_YwE6MmyjoAEln2" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_131b_a3b6_f38b_a430" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w3q25pBcI6Ky015e9CiCPNJj9oAoAtvHpnU3U5iAXwIXpOoAbLonFNG0-txwTLhNlmoEgP2nETl_PxO-VLeOgJvaN8kw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The ship is being restored to modern standards so that they can take visitors out on the lake. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_78b5_3935_501d_f4c9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x5Wi7qT-qBkTy_SoxJNLdWv-gPGE0R5C_LICfbRzPqvMi5mtrw-CuwDhPpkOyX9oWnkTOibMZVJXCEL3OoRW3WRVbDgA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7ba3_961c_3efb_73f9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x1UaxxcjOBSRBmOptRhBVVYk6Yi4Dd9HWiqAPB_llELCQShWGPL0CXyzEXx92d5mI8Oml-AE8f29IlyG8y_hfaQKqZ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We experienced how cramped it must have been. Now they are installing waterproof bulkheads which the original did not have. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_e39a_5356_b3c1_8775" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xuuDVQv1xfnIXdoDULeJvdb64qjQWZ5rGBMq5Wp_JodPLyycKxZOH2f5ZyztYPBsIPBMX0hn2iEtni5MCS613A-3wEgQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">On deck the</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"> wind was increasing as the storm got closer.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f847_eed8_511b_7546" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z4fjFZIkSxrYhVJYMcfzzMUllCy0DuVcMI0utQ0lsa5xRDj_VvPbsmd6PJG0b_HxreYAw9xyetz0o-a_wdv2OpA-lSFg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8e64_6350_b752_d177" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xm3_fU1G9JGEYMW1-HZyyYn0MKyabCGNBEmRDEL4md37CFwZFtr1vQQJIguG0v37Cil-HvJWkIlscS7vRx9dVcJ3IC6A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The Bluenose II was sadly not open for viewing, but was snug and safe in her berth.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_252f_2f1_cc1f_62de" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yOqDOuA_K6mJMfanHbjdonXk57sQHyr5X8CNFwM2-znAYYyGejtJfIewtA0DV3Wz1ChaW8x3zYQUMZypvMQv6GQ6JZ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This hut was safely tied so the hurricane could not blow it away.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our humans now went looking for a cafe and had to resort to a trip to Tim Hortons. It was lunch time but out BBF only wanted coffee and a doughnut. The humans then returned to to the hotel for a nap.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">After the nap shopping was on the agenda, but sadly the Mall here is slowly dying and there was nothing for our BBF to buy.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They went then for a birthday G+T to the Sports bar.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_6e2c_4f7a_c3a0_9418" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ykkt1MGdjHifnC4zcJiZCFBPzOX5BLJaLUxe4cHU_8ONZFbzgdbxTrZdzmDf_p5lCayO9Ss4P9_qCd3_d9g-VAI3mzIA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_2669_f367_386_fb88" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ysKFefz78Zm664Gq0MM5IuVelUIgSVh9Xg5-j_kAiVOXypqUF7wL4ogKD4xLP12yqvfjt73pjYybslhFx5SyUb3xyC5g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">And later for a meal to the Swiss Chalet.<br></span><br><img id="id_cf44_23e6_1be8_bb3b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zCEFaaH7w8ycW8vQ-otM5baUgn9N0gwjYyGN3xjqIMhy3ejRb_V-VLvcku1fK928e5jVwKsHZ2eJhX0MhQ5Q8rFbb7lg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>To our BBF’s complete surprise Brec and Sandy had planned a surprise party with cake, cards and presents.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f95a_60ff_1cea_c1cd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yUyw6IjWxh010MNJXk7bBseCgj0q-1qRW6IVucbYWhFToVzT9JQGXbg2cVAIY8ssZTa_A5bp13ijXQmCMTMAJH9Apyaw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7259_712a_4595_a3ca" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wyMoqrMWRv-iid5hB59e172gbC38g1lxYbb74BCnfJMlLipw48PakdGFEcmXj2QN-hzBbZXUr8pgJEudMf_c34zQWnDg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our day ended with a rainbow as well as a birthday party all of which are good omens for the future. <br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div><div><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-24684845578910765752023-09-17T01:27:00.001+02:002023-09-17T01:27:04.690+02:00Round Cape Breton IslandWe were up early, for today promised to be long day. Brec was worried about OTTER for Hurricane Lee arrives Saturday and watched various news and weather programmes on TV. His main worry was, had he done enough to protect OTTER from the storm and kept thinking of additional things he could have done! There seem to be so many different forecasts of what will happen to Lee though the direction of travel seems to be constant now, the eye will go into the Gulf of Main so passing to the west of Nova Scotia. <div><br></div><div>The humans went to breakfast and it was a help yourself type of buffet. You could get fresh pancakes from a machine by pressing a button, then wait for them to come out the end and you could make your own toast. Coffee too came from a large machine. Suitably breakfasted we all got in the car and we were off.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_b155_9b91_91eb_49a1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wwo0IUMkvVhSnE4mGg1xsj96NZiLmXdYkCompwajPvTXefhb5BI60-epKglvHcGHfh5NhsCQd03-JbldbqDwqtVaOEfg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The day started grey and overcast with some light rain showers, but the road was good and we made fair progress to our first destination which was Sidney a town on the Northeast end of Cape Breton Island. Occasionally one caught glimpses of the Bras d’Or Lake and the Atlantic Ocean to our right. Stops were made to take photographs when the road allowed.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_437b_1ebf_c386_4771" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x1TV8WAg0YZZjk9L2Q6R8-GIff5fZ6DzQnIY1vlR0hFWsB1B9UWwOyMr2OB8jpjv_yzafE4XVpGzdfN8SKITaPQ3gQRg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a680_a342_9651_f9cc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xDiNtHnPDRGT4CxUdnrcbTPpLNwkcjf3KvGvWDxEC6VxhkjFZf0I2QomqXNZw2nu2TufQo1IDJ0x77s0fkrJgdc6qSTA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_d30f_3a9f_51d2_ae8f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yVyyFNWeLli3WusE_TAf8CgzPRlyYDVLKxRIM20VvUOwAFfGfSXZjz2UXyaflzn7AXapvyB2fqo_aQT8zVweykYz7D0g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As the day went on the weather improved and when we got to Sidney we found an Irish Pub where we could sit on their roof terrace with a view over the harbour for lunch.<br></span><br><img id="id_8469_1a51_cc1_6771" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wKd2w6YhhpgOSbNxbL3QSVIksvOkkrzECHpJpPR3h09ABLktsumC40n1jVrej96Q1-eEPrwln9GHaJTI4PthyyfQDa" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_5dc0_40c8_fd28_e85e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ynUTzLVTRi4OGZ-nfFDjxMFLRn6CW1G2q9wRoMbVdiLC5BkRUI7BiJa0vjlsCHP8AAGFbcEOzT0S9ONoozragqiZGVSA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The men had the fish chowder which we understand was delicious. Our BBF even shared his Guiness with Brec who couldn’t manage a whole pint.<br></span><br><img id="id_5660_16b8_de03_7b58" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wcNXAkE1jAT2QTCE9z43OJCM9982KLK3o8u7XPk5p0imxsUWX7qH3EkSH4ye1tD9-QT2YpaO0ukeFLFjAlDleWz366" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We saw no organ grinders and paid much more for our beds!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3f43_5ac0_1735_d821" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yCAxMle7BHFlMGNwcHg75KPg3UUOsFl90dLgCup4BVg4YGfiHqQ7vB9JKto91sq1ziHKMON40g1zSFWe8CrxI7zvBneg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_aeee_9ffe_41c2_edbb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xKHFU63oFE_c_BPeYAYJC-I8rURPx_J_XGw6yvh3NXUv41aszvTTIObCWI-ul6S_ANYoC0qzfkUduuzmE7LQTcVpGq" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>We crossed over the water to get to the Cabot Trail. The Trail was a windy road through the mountains and offered great views over the ocean.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_f99b_5db8_9907_ad28" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zr-Y3MV8fDgNy8dsnChhRJoM4FyS1FWfHEx8wdQD8Mx5nQtkKeBhv7UtKzqmj2NKmRroAfq3_Kfp6ZYKmm83FgaB0g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_d058_947_2002_dd11" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wkR-ejAaLc3h8h26sN24hiFzU0UmyAWKqydkqjTF7ZLPFIDEzQGypJMhfd94xJ1PbysU1qzJOoNnoVf8Dw5GayHyxcIQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_d903_89b4_7adb_8c87" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yV3a28tXyxf-RUXWXjd0-Zye6OIkyxVMdncdBOvSp6uFiZRpMVE1Ht0H7idg6VH00257B-j9_-6kA-jaKHG48lXsc8oQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">There were fun motives too.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_66bb_406f_3f99_2c3e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z_NFbrEXIFodv8d_FQy73QuQiFGqpruWQWellRrwDj9auMb7VLPXjvYhUbyYP5yYwxhK7bhjvDPNlGQT8aMP4tV6KKZQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">And many views were spectacular.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b3e5_529b_1778_d78d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wssI3g5Orwat2xEY7eSks9-PWqTtuxq9eUyOeZXKEF4xvg3L2_AFIxzPKVa4Q32fBxHanTn14ZE-LgH_nslxhx23_Vzw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4332_1844_dbf8_19b4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zoSu8_0NY2aDqd3Ze9Ohyzbj2hFItk_8D22uT6doUcrZOvUA5_wo_8qMXDK_0KBAMtOrvldjrsUx8MAqxujJ_EJnhh9A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b8e5_d54_ca8f_e17" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xDl9v3YUwgcGzHOun5rocPZW3f1wW-n3usOhO9AXFUhyVdk4iOCnmj2c4B5YMrOHr7ECAeE32CcvmL78cZPyYkdLe4QQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_43f_e964_d37_7080" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ykvi1XWTm9sG0hmCYV-TV2SMFLaO5vs6e0d--QfZKHC8XNqmavdOH3xt7n0RMkgWnY9t6yCIOJfRX5mg3obxH1Js1jmw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Then we went through the mountains to the other shore on the North side of the island.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1a8c_b06b_cd2d_2bbb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wk1pbCE1R1JYvpJQAl0IGsH4In0Nzd53YXQPNUXYbFlEBrlou4SRZwy9RPeXg8nD70cTPDpX_I4pd0mBU0gnh8Syj9JQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_10d6_de27_9429_acf1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zWDPxnqhIc9kevb3Y4_T4SrVyNcuVhr1KzFPB2cu6NgqP6_6ixA7FwpX9QGHDFiMaYDzQnRsTZTLZsgN7xFvO5V4Pi" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a06d_f66f_cd89_e2bb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wajzMtIbvgcucVY7wq8u8qJ5z3bgPVLAPf763KEo7C0hV6JpMJPbw9e6iTxUyvLoa6-jEc6344VG4yQ12UVkW9srqj" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_a12d_6ea4_1b67_ee9b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wLgO_23VOY6UnIo5joQOGK4235lbXAmQHbJpZqQZnCn2bmkQdyVZdYe8duQfOH0dESHWDRbnXoaPxMdXcmSpCY5Ard1A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_aa86_2d8a_9b17_1757" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ylnSfl71BjMkiGP37WHAH8w3HGNqEHkgWM_ewZ0FEq7bdUhpw_xHZ2uhmOl6C8L4qH_V6i6DcpFiRVbkE491HlzWDV" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The sun slowly went down and we then drove on in the dark and only stopped at a place to eat.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_2f6c_7ae8_814c_c452" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yOLZkJ7nHpXi3BwIhPsP3jJPsn8q5erSQXdiXtJ6HK6uO5Mvx_DcOAOUVEg_hTZgHzfN4vUD0fPQdRa1kjMjFs1IC_4g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sandy drove the whole way and we calculated that by the time we got back to our hotel in New Glasgow she had spent 12 hours behind the wheel. Thankfully as a former travelling sales person in the Paper Industry she not only was an experienced drive, but loved driving. A couple of glasses of Port in the “Shipfaced” glasses were drunk before all humans collapsed into bed.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-57525536190446322242023-09-15T04:09:00.001+02:002023-09-15T04:09:48.451+02:00A Road trip to New GlasgowThe humans were up early having slept reasonably last night. It was grey and raining as they loaded the car and went to Tim Hortons for breakfast.<div><br></div><div><img id="id_7f92_88df_5a8f_33d2" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xaFAZbmU6fHGOV0bXMHWNt7dI7Nc1e_azyC1UbE7pa8IMKu8utqnmKTxwrZUa39mjSRpmcIbb9sPk9oxDotslZDhia" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We were early now so we lingered over breakfast and then drove into Halifax again to visit the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5b0d_3ce3_df49_aac6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yQn0DlezTqWBBMFE4fLmjsMp4Ja5yvpFxuelh6M7Yf2UFkreVbX3YFswTv1PBVrMrfNkmO4r90VzKLYrIziJ87FKx3bg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The car was parked in the same place as yesterday and then the way to the Gallery took us via the War Memorial Gardens which had a sort of tent city in it! Were they homeless people or protestors, we never found out.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8ddc_e1db_3512_cfb8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yMWrbfzj60ii2PqEuEd93_6R5xY1-61QEVqTabp4ARdHG1nYVaxTHERnHKLvgYi9IrMmbenCvXxivYyef-8HLpRcg5Tg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>A little further on in the gardens of a government house we came across a monument to the men of Nova Scotia that had fought in the Boer War, which was a surprise. The monument had been unveiled by the then Duke of Cornwall and York and his illustrious consort in 1901. He later became King George V and his consort Queen Mary the grandparents of Queen Elizabeth II.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2010_b0f9_26e4_93f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wxOIFB8vC9SmT3K_zn4NmRvdpse9sXCdmpL_uIcEVTiAJuXPX1uNJf4qjp_VOoP24TIt53DN2zdjip21yE1px8A_q9Zw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">On the other side of the house was a statue to Joseph Howe a proponent of free speech and a free press.<br></span><br><img id="id_45a_10e6_ff1_600f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yTr_-U8KLiwn3rDN3bS3WIEL1DpfzFa8YFn3yNoh8ZYMCqx15E_VGOc388-m_GNXe0eYN6hvmXXbybNNeYm5A5FiK-Gw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_74bf_a785_c06a_56c5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zqy-68x-OsAvUOSlT4etjvihiiNt1W_GLNT7EhH1Vsi19QJ0ZN3bJDWBdlNS58H_5LUhhLpVnLf48U4b0aM0J2Ioix7Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">In the art gallery we bears were forced to tick off the various motives we could find. It was fun and interesting, but we missed two so didn’t get the jackpot!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">One large exhibit was about Maude Lewis a folk or primitive artist. She suffered from rheumatoid arthritis from a very early age and lived in poverty in a small house in Marshalltown Nova Scotia. Her house was preserved in the Gallery and was very interesting as Maude had decorated it all constantly.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_85dc_7d7b_f487_fac6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zObJUbjROX6W4iMjWzSMpzbmHWFlOhQ9XjTEAcjE2ZtWUtUoR9-O-neY9aJNyWTq2bxsGvqWxY5Tz-ZQ1u1VAjXbInXg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7175_6b45_37ce_6327" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xBxNYSzLVLpmhqNHFH7WNWpHRKfOyqGeSHcHqzHTpYexJVaMa_eICD-FUj3A3P1Sc6Gcm2GRAk5rSsqIqFI3x17wmo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b6b_d570_f09b_dafb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z2vHNpL9EZoqcMpbHJLl9AJxRvRZyTkh_zyJK5hffPOWi84PSnUfpklETzhSU-iKY5XG7VLwyBSwPpK5NESHi9HX1tTA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The house had no running water or electricity. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_67bf_3cc6_ce64_82eb" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zdrDGsmIllW6tNfRKtNO3CRg1I5YpV4sZBLixLtrWZYwsJd81Jl0e3M_Icu0bQ6YdiXyqeFrUlCTQGJG2xsOnkgr2-rA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">There were ceramics in another part of the Gallery</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><img id="id_b9c4_f32a_840d_baee" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yfGW4UUdBoULGL2tbafXJGi2r6BqUjhWNUKY8QCO0frSwLA6vsw6H9fzngS195E8HYrWyf0A7kag4tqW-5dNFBnb5JHg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">And a replica of the wild boar staue that is in the Uffizi in Florence.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_2515_6666_6b2e_23e9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xJYtqoCJCxY7pqv5CwBwlh0usquWbJxs397i2hdrumM3fnQzeLIU1yKTujwm9Ml-HbQeokB2ozu1zV50UmS66zGMaZ4Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">On the top floor were interesting exhibits of Indigenous Native art as well as Native Amazonian Art. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5d8f_3f9a_e501_4c2f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w-QkS4vXJOKsJ5h8ksjVD25bkTTqHmhq_N0mRaeXEph6toNOBUnVJAfwH5jLOgrKesO8cziV79_jje-3lYhvqaU8kU7w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This piece is entitled Miss Chief’s Wet Dream! The raft on the left represents European culture and history, you see Jesus, Mary Antoinette and Queen Victoria for example and the canoe on the right represents Canadian Indigenous people.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_10f8_daa2_62cb_45e8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wT6PBmpN5qvLVypfXudU4Ee23QhTEr5wlBzV9_GnvuBTF9MdzBB-cr5_i4EqkPSS-ZFpPb6zz6itk6GOG7Biq_6QUU1w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We actually passed this artist as we were going up the stairs and found his hair style intriguing, but thought no more of it till we saw the painting!</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">After a coffee in the French Café we got on the road. The weather was not nice really, virtually constant rain, sometimes drizzle and at others a real down pour, but Sandy our driver handle all with ease. Had the weather been better we would have had some stunning views of bays and harbours, but even in the rain one can get a feeling for how it would be when the sun shines. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_74e0_9c08_cba2_5c07" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wkCjzs4mLiy7YPlUO0Ka4w-P2dFan5iNYUlfaYSHXkJk8CBGU4_eo-F3b2mRFzELnPum3TFK_zbeZdCT2x1_koc0HKQA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_a466_306b_3f8_d11" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wp74nC1h5ZvXWdJPbKKAZ_HywROTDst4oXgZJEqpjtwPpYdDFD_XYBy288kpXuoA6AgWOZqZTzG_jE3Q0sujYWGop6" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>We stopped for a late lunch of BLTs after an hour on the road in a very small diner and then only stopped occasionally to take the stunning views through the window.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_1f0c_f95f_80b7_f6f6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yMJcO8USszlknPgyxIQnl83HPl3jCsenNF6tMf-4CwfpHtUQWBPsrVrABssa5ISDwSG7El2xlY2mvJaqo7P28LgXcWhg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_ef5_cea3_3bd4_7db2" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y3FJZpt9PFJ5Qg0LWAglQsg7v62Jv7dKmiFPR_4b_DOqeSWW3EZ91MaUZMpMkV2Cu7Zm7Xy5L3SHHNzjfR7BALvu0eVg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_41fa_e2ae_7da1_2597" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xA92S_Z4IysNHbkohwBmo6RreMrlh54Q0qBqsXZ6cFwTEubK7eDZaNBBXv4qzgN2YtlGo0dWufkBGzTkPs2KMr-dHC6g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_888d_7cf6_96c1_70c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zX6PuJGtB-5c87erFefLEsreVozPjkJlvBHDrRHoBSkWCAHgXfdPvyy2IwLP_6Xf4CKbThVOQhjm9v1jN9n_nS1D9crg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec had told us all about his time in 6th Grade when he was so bored that he would study the Atlas and discovered an odd named place in Nova Scotia. He called it Eecum Seecum, but we now discovered it for real as Ecum Secum and so had to take a photo of him when we got there.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8f45_859e_55c6_5af9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xgx-seHVmpMyprZpet6X9vIh7CefK5uWUoUNFxqks7OOBPkVNcaKzVCNHfCUgY5V7wGSU7MI4GMr7OY_GRNaLx-6jguQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>It’s at the arse end of the world for we now found we no longer had a mobile signal for miles and miles. Our BBF, however, still managed to navigate us onward.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2899_9f85_29bf_c369" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wBOqw6KAebHOTKUqcFZtg0cD8q6VrkAAoQYmoul8ynlGP2CafiBWWGsGnRl2lhikAtTAozt4vIH0twoR5cw7Irgb2i" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>In honour of Pat and Dan Markovich who sang the Sea Shanty Barrett’s Privateers for us the first time on the Camino in 2015 we had to stop and take a photo.</div><div><br></div><div>“Oh the year was 1778</div><div>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now</div><div>A letter of marque came from the king</div><div>To the scummiest vessel I’ve ever seen</div><div>God damn them all! I was told</div><div>We’d cruise the seas for American gold</div><div>We’d fired no guns, shed no tears</div><div>But I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier</div><div>The last of Barrett’s Privateers.”</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_17d8_b821_8e70_a634" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zb70taqlsu7nkII9eStffyIpQMnuGoExOfClJdxALLUv8eh7e92oz6-QkLc7FuIHsoBdDQYDrpXHmuwEvRUHz1w5mFiQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>Then it was on to New Glasgow and the Travellodge Suit where we have no decided to stay for three nights.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_3414_d717_626d_7389" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zeK_loWjUGzGFTIukthbBa5hKDUIEVOk1F2up35HECKA0exLxTQ2kToVP2BX-0U7-YWMi5CFcS3k0SNbhhHBTrD2n_iw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6ee_d710_7193_df82" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yb1LGrFZN0h_Dz9uzn4gqL8d4R1st5YUoRENz_47CstF3NVaZKKB2Q6-isW6ZG5P3kAfZsn6E2EXVsgpTyZ6cIbdFs8w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The humans went to the Shopping Mall nearby to eat in the Boston Pizza and Sports Bar. There was female Ultimate Fight Competition and Baseball on the TV and our BBF said the women took no prisinors, but really went at it and drew blood. Not a pretty sight. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They returned to us in the hotel and thence to bed. It’s been a long day on the road and tomorrow promises to be as long again.<br></span><br><br><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-47153467994703868952023-09-14T00:53:00.001+02:002023-09-14T02:50:15.986+02:00A good day in HalifaxThe humans were up early around 08:00 hrs as Brec had some important phone calls to make. He left the room to do so. Sandy and Alan slowly gathered themselves to join him in the restaurant for breakfast. Soon thereafter we all left the hotel to drive directly to the Maritime Museum in Halifax. Our BBF sat in the front seat next to the driver and using iMaps navigated Sandy the driver. Brec sat in the back and read out various passages from the Guide Book on Nova Scotia he had. <div><br></div><div>We arrived without problems even though the day was grey and drizzly . Now we had to drive around a bit to find a car park, but find one we did. Then our BBF had a need to get wifi as he had to solve some car insurance problems. Out of the car park we found a nice little French Café with excellent coffee. We sat upstairs and our BBF now found in order to get on line with HUK24 he had to have his German SIM in the phone as the web page was trying to send him log in confirmation details! Now he had a problem as he has lost his Apple tool for opening the SIM card tray. Sandy came to the rescue and borrowed a scarf pin from one of two young Arab women which fitted perfectly. SIMs changed he did the business which admittedly took a bit of time. When he had finished and put back the US SIM card he returned the pin to the Arab woman and said in Arabic "Shukran jazeelan"! which means thank you very much. They were very surprised and a nice conversation ensued. They were two women from Iraq, one had been in Canada since 1999 and the other since</div><div><br></div><img id="id_2cc8_9fa8_9895_c8f4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xUdNaJnPwFUmKfcxhPj3ylQUwFD38ROBf5AgWCgimAPI7OwE4pLFtNaKJ9-BtlK8iF50hmw6OvoOgJeFxHZ_fZHuK83A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Business done it was but a short walk to the museum. The humans now agreed a time to meet again at the entrance and they were off in various directions.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8856_192f_3663_e50c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xhqp49JOhZl63mtxNHRFF5t2F1ZWsg1r9nCuvaqZ-q5wR91DzbHPwCw6LgGMHKDW-foBDK30jDsCDlU3u43ihgcLWe" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We started with our BBF upstairs in the TITANIC exhibits.<br></span><br><img id="id_d8a3_a70c_9f65_2b48" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wmjj9Dx30kMs3mWuyaZ20SerDlseOVrqz5xBfpgPFZkW0Z3CxbBKPwPXhct1fh3FOn7UICgMx1vUOk6tqbhgwjoeXuwg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">And we were privileged in being able try out a replica of one of the ship’s deckchairs. They were only available for first and second class passengers and when the chip went down thrown overboard in the hope that the hoi polloi could save themselves by clinging to one!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7f4c_cf02_c9f2_4dfc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ySHYM89F4eGdrmScVN6NN5DUFN2ElZ6NjiwtLx_0OUFrsU1rfKX4JvftzPOur4aSKf9U_F36uCItmPGKJkSNFFjdMahA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">There were a number of sail boat exhibits but what fascinated our BBF were the many models of steam ships and even a couple of engine mechanisms where he was able to turn a handle to make them work.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_106e_251f_63cb_9d10" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xxcrBrcxpEva03iRTp98xuf3HZiSNZqPzf0IOlpXb1XL_I7BFolGsqJvJgfEsiva2iPP00hztGzuxt1UPKQZGlj06lWQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_76f3_74aa_c431_8510" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wzNRfHaSpgheS_ma192ri1Ad4-S4EUddLhZhCDK2ecR_PU5YK72zgSkX2dMAR_ntk-9TlyfeQqU6qRImXaHc1BkongJQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>A model of Halifax Harbour as it was in 1812 was not quite finished but very interesting too.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_dd0e_4306_144_c2b6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xkwwuMJtT5HvXcdkF8wq8_8yAjrgX284_Tf6ydGHquidwWWQm_MKz1SBdODPikHx4r_p4moi7PISb_4ngc9PeMZJgL3Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We can’t seem to escape Hurricane Lee, for here was the lates prognosis of its track! Outside it was raining so our BBF bought small umbrella and Sandy bought two, but Brec had an important conference call to make and had disappeared to find somewhere quiet to make it. He had spent his whole time in the TITANIC exhibit and intend to comeback after his call. Sandy and our BBF went for a late lunch.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_12ee_9cc9_4580_46fc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zvqtKQdmIuDflnQpszMRxOJ8MTDDOioK_voHrGJcmex2dstzZUkGyd6ZiFOGGmf5nEhOvSx0xuRRws8MaNVQ194DvzHg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They found an Irish Pub!<br></span><br><img id="id_d926_a86a_ce02_c075" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x1mULD2mqmPPNj9FtCj6QCPQPlVDRLSBWRldv7LHmikSZGt8bLn2kvnp--XdwRltyyFQTUkyqcnTUTJ40ag9J_2Xf0Mg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">And indulged in Muscles, which were tasty.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They now went shopping, or rather Sandy accompanied Alan to an out door shop where he hoped to find a new small penknife as he had lost the one he brought to America! They had nothing he fancied so as it was raining he bought a light weight rain jacket instead. On the way back to the car park Sandy was of the opinion she knew where it was and forced Alan to cross a street. He told her that she was directionally challenged and she laughed when she had to cross back again. She made another wrong assumption when driving out of the car park disagreeing with Alan about which way to go. In a car such errors are not hard on the feet.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_d2c5_96d1_378c_f911" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wohN4QkOLhXMbC3t4Fzj6fIRN_8dI1E6r3MVgFvh7aNtCeYHswuJXw4n7TCBaO73voyZWIgj2Nv1tvuSiz0zUlpUaNoA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_8283_a992_772b_d08e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wCf1uYymW7rEZ3_n3J5UzVW2AnpyNyHhd0ybo3JiiY7p7aCVHirX7vHumlPoifDFqu3rdlVecEjkXT9O_lGh6pByzAQg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_53be_b414_42c_1069" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wM2acB7tNnJR-8hFaJl-ajD4smwNoKSD71SaSWt3gUAPupbFuVmj4u78jW1s3baOsB5q7Nw5oDml9y0Gvjxk7qwVPYsA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They returned to the museum to pick up Brec and drove then to our overnight accommodation which is the ground floor of a small house in a residential area of Halifax. We have two bedrooms and the large kitchen contains a washing machine and dryer so laundry was put on. Brec made some nibbles they had an anchor beer off the boat and then Brec went for a nap before they went out for a meal in a Chinese restaurant just round the corner. Apart from the weather it had been a good day in Halifax.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><br><div><br><br></div></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-66962151148417235262023-09-13T03:21:00.001+02:002023-09-13T03:21:18.566+02:00A horrid day in Nova Scotia<img id="id_e0f0_fbb4_15e0_84f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y-hnvJyxhNHXN6KK7e4cMWOQ_5mvcaS8TBjalWatkvsX72Teq_uT2sOHGRL2VDhstU1vSBFNz6uPVPMO9aOqCQV5o76A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Today was not a good day for the humans in our group! On the basis of what can go wrong could go wrong, did go wrong! Brec was up early and took himself off to the boat to do the last minute things to secure her before we could all leave on a land based holiday. Sandy and Alan were to go and get the hire car. Now it started to unravel. Enterprise Car Hire which had confirmed the booking on Friday now said that they had no car for us! The motel where we stayed the night offered no breakfast so Sandy and Alan went to Tim Horten's and had breakfast there. A taxi had been booked to take them to get the hire car for 11:30hrs and since the only other hire car firms were in Halifax airport perhaps they should try there. Paddy our taxi driver said no problem she could take us there. So off we went. The drive took about an hour and a half. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">In the Airport Car Hire building we now stood in line to wait to be served. Sandy had tried booking the car with Avis on line and now discovered that she had reserved a car in their downtown offices, here in the airport the price and taxes was different! Sandy used her elbows and her charms and common sense prevailed and we got a car at a much better deal. We were told to go to bay J16 but when we got there, the bay was empty. Using the car key they had given us, Alan found it in bay J11.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7d4d_f351_257c_46ce" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zw61QudUpcpk8CJ9btYajgmfz9XSnbNTRstrAx3tDw7hdgQGcGbuzkr3kz29xyNPca6L4V4Wq3yRs_aF0W1UekKimE2g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">On the way back to Lunenburg the humans stopped for lunch at a cool looking old fashioned Diner</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1369_db81_9590_4b87" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wk-qJaQFKdqqDaDBujWdHWzTeG6F74SCr1-Vmq2kWaK1kO8UZKkTCfySdk9q-EU9ALpDKvu22QLAD-WBRhoWYEEdLqmQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">It had one Thunderbird on the roof and another inside.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_4904_d318_dbdd_93d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-znw8SJVW7FWWkpIEX69aVpf_QuDfa-BHsyEhZBlVOQYg03ybRzCgPvf-gft8CT4EEQec1OBUusXaKZRIVld3ryMovq" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9c94_8a01_b368_e254" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yG__u0sSxnzrCC4n-qd-LAdjqNpLdjXQzcK80c7Kh4b0H8AwHSXJ54lWqI6Y3ZinhvxD8GrF0QrIRPJfx8mKgV-Xnv" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b835_80b9_13a9_c160" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xJdFSjlvLQmiQOBgT175TfXbjqs_ac_kVf8-OKgIVIC5nw9xhdMCMlsQE4vUKsok6pgneHrnZoiurzPyCnoq6J6Nte" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF even had a Strawberry milkshake which he changed to, “to go” and took it to drink in the car.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_a2f7_1beb_2edb_85a6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yNJ-IBWhIbhjd5Jr1vJZ4HkdrcG4Wzv0_uZLWPpZPu-BCwDCxIqH8hQcdaYoHUyf5HaF42Kf0VsoHK511KfnvEyvbRQA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We passed through areas where there had been terrible fires earlier in the year and many houses had been burnt down. Nature though is recovering and grass and ferns are beginning to grow again between the dead trees.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_c9d2_b21a_681_8d23" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zCnynfmrs8qYfpmfA4MnnXOLcAK0NisqXs-HrwKNEu407ZDfTrwT3e46oR806tXqANS2-VD9uSf4fqPoy8H72sUp_E" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Back in Lunenburg we now searched for Brec. He was not answering his phone, so our BBF went looking to where he might be. When he did find him Brec was worn out for his day had not gone as planned either. The place where he had hoped to leave the dinghy now wouldn’t let him and so he had to search around to find another place. This involved him having it to get the dinghy, without assistance 3 meters up on to the dock, then to deflate it and pack it in it’s bag, then carry it and the motor a fair distance to where it was to be stored.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">However, now we were all together again the mood lightened and the humans searched for the nearest motel/hotel where we all could stay one night. They found one in Bridgewater and drove there. It was a little run down which explained the price and was out of the centre of town. We now learned that the price was different for three in one room, but we bit the bullet, for all we wanted now was a bathroom and a bed. Then the bombshell came that the restaurant was closed and wouldn’t open till 08:00 hrs for breakfast, and we had chosen the hotel because it had a restaurant we thought!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This place has key cards and now the humans discovered that the cards wouldn’t open the door! Back to the receptionist, who told Alan to now go to a different room, but as he got there ran after him to say no she had changed her mind, she would replace the battery in the original room door instead. She opened that door with a proper key and let the humans into the room. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7e07_5202_df35_d2ce" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xfKyhe75uKY_56AevxSebBfZm5rmaGItM1lXCJlp0YkImw_g8zBxLZsjQrDTFtiaeepjicYyPGWm7eS4oTU6oSrCtT_Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">It’ll do we said and chose our bed for the night. The men showered and then the humans all went to dine in the KFC next door, only to find it was a take away only place! Back to get the car keys and take the car to find the nearest restaurant to us. In the car the internet wouldn’t work so Alan got out a number of times and back into the hotel to use their wifi. Eventually he found a fish restaurant and they drove there. It was a good choice they all found and enjoyed their meals. Then it was back to the hotel where Brec was the first tired bear to go to bed. Sandy and Alan shared a glass or two and booked the next accommodation in Halifax before they too retired to bed.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br> </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-49050756760445978432023-09-12T02:20:00.001+02:002023-09-12T02:27:04.005+02:00A work day in Lunenburg<img id="id_834b_b36d_726b_36b0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zTaiZZLp54-qOde174FrLcdGAv0j-9Y_3FGh55tQRVqkhLQYhuAEh0zWPIwAIRtdX6ny8iNCT17u5kuk5aSWZYxfEaDw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"> The view from our Hotel window across the harbour.<br></span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The humans slept well and when our BBF woke he was the last one as Brec had already gone to the boat and Sandy was in the bathroom. He showered and got dressed packed all his stuff and then Brec returned and the humans went for breakfast. Hurricane Lee by all accounts is due to hit here on Saturday 16 September. Brec said they had to decide how best to secure OTTER for this event. It was decided that the men would do all that was necessary to secure her and take her out to a mooring today. If possible they wanted to stay an extra night in Lunenburg before taking off on a land based holiday returning on Friday 15 September to watch how OTTER faired in the Hurricane. They tried to get an extra night in the hotel, but they were all booked up. Sandy found a Motel where we could stay and the car booking was change to tomorrow too. They went to the Savvy Sailor for breakfast and after breakfast Brec went to ensure we got a mooring and Alan and Sandy returned to the hotel to get their kit. They then went to the Zwickert Dock and the boat where Sandy packed for the shore based holiday. Brec returned and then the real work started.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The men put Sandy and her kit with our kit ashore and they worked together for the rest of the day stripping all sails off the boat and generally making her have less windage and more secure for the Hurricane when it arrived on Alan’s birthday! They worked quite well as a team and consequently although it took until about 17:00 hrs, without a break for lunch, which upset Brec, the boat was ready then to be taken out to a heavy boat mooring on the other side of the harbour.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5660_bf5a_30a8_240f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xY-L74nOvt6OCYTrOYYDseL1RiAiLEWj_OUaDIAUkbZrRru0ZmQ3IMWeAng2z4Xw7nPj2N1apdFroPFrvv1v-nF6IOAg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_16fe_e5f1_9a33_87c1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yUsrzKX6DsXpdg7VDCKGCBD-IP40ydRqEjlSFaGIIMyyyzoZGUhWjSvW3rtA1n8bZWoMGaIzSwitE_dkHEBKfaqMiyjA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Booms and whisper poles were taken and stowed below with all sails the liferaft and the dodgers too were taken down.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1d43_669f_4107_7540" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xtn-h-idVlOyP0s-JpnK2dXKGniisfY-h_4dkNwq_j96xzV63i-ijSLXDBBVCQMpP7N37PbOEqWUSIc3BuTARlZ-wLdg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Alan had pumped up the dinghy and when all work for today was done they climbed aboard and went back to the dockside leaving the good ship<br></span><br><img id="id_96c0_687c_506f_a0b8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yNoh_uKnCfiwmBv4213XBfUg4fLpGylXXeVHHi6OPJR61pAViop667SJwvxNJxFrxox-EYfOsykQdmEvceNHO0EDH2ng" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">OTTER to her own devises. <br></span><br><img id="id_f74e_f1b7_6613_7b6f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yQaTtBUcNQPoqSMAVIwRA1jojxL1q2WVjwel-KVwgQDtIPZ9jUGQxmfgSOmh83XXf2xSzy83ykWqewgXq5mNXTJAoazw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_5c17_64b8_d1c5_43c3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wDibTEgEWiDp8WFKN6U81-stTgE8UitlqNRDn5Ln82aHlc12JFDrrUVgd6563WdEc9RcfNCCHrfwUj1HXB85qArDLr" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_cb9_fe74_eb10_a9a0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yxYFLLJ1-2cST7Y6fonq1AI6t0e2m8sRXn5RIWPnlvD70jf8nPorz-Yb2sZhUV22EfTl2DyBQSExtdaPh0ee43v_XEcg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">To the left of the very white schooner and before the little red boat you can see OTTER on her mooring.<br></span><br></div><div>On the dockside the men now discovered there were only two taxis in Lunenburg and they were both out, one in Halifax at the airport and the other out in the wilds of Canada!<br>It was at least a mile and a half to the hotel would we have to walk it? The humans decide to go for a meal, but being a Monday it was a rest day for most restaurants restaurants! The Dockside Hotel restaurant was open so they went back there to eat.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_97f4_f680_e405_8be2" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wU7wN4sgkV_84B1jflAG1X7d-nifJHpHqS-RtTFUEu5s0ezKKjtFO8Zy5MQDt_DO7vGyj7Reh8T-vAMltgeHMmxgAT" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF had Lunenburg Scallops with fries and mayonnaise all washed down with a good white wine.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Now the Gods smiled on us for the one Taxi called to say they could pick us up and would be there shortly. We all walked back to Zwicket’s Dock and waited.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1a27_ba6_6d8e_1540" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ymWsgcY5Okmtw7uwVW95sEN1NY_ykKmDJNfffPDdNIAuVZuJ152PyzJJ4PP9wju5az-XS1eMuS62y5IMgwGFWEwRvY9A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">When we pulled up outside the Motel there were four deer caught in the headlights of the taxi.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_ea47_a8d1_f13_110c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y8FOBRLKLbKNjA1-NroeT7fbHvhhqed4pCxbJi-129n_G8WixWrSD145IuM53wkQPq313RzGUVnsaEueIVNsRP-LpX7Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The room is not a nice as our last hotel, but we have a bathroom and beds enough to sleep in. The humans are tired after a long days hard work, showered or just fell into bed. Tomorrow is another day.<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br> </div></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-47102813575234011252023-09-11T02:37:00.001+02:002023-09-11T02:37:23.831+02:00A day off in Lunenburg<img id="id_9d28_1401_ca21_750c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xkhmmP7SjhXpcABb6P6N7ruAcKqjTSuXh-0BuH7o5P1pYY-M0wjHivp8fLaBKM46X4oMmEZMMqGquG8LMCfN9MsoEwlw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Despite their fatigue the humans didn’t sleep well this first night in Lunenburg. Brec was the first to leave the boat at around 06:30 hrs. Our BBF and Sandy tried to sleep on. Alan finally got up at 07:30 hrs which was also when Brec phoned Sandy. He was in a restaurant drinking coffee and using their wifi. Our BBF said he would go there too.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_c6d_49f3_2633_5a9f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xu-Zxkt1HHFND_nq_NT8Q-3AfNQVYkwnJif7aU_JGC5UegBpUdUliqRQ5RS7rQLGuCFMUWIdE0diUl6ECHU_Js6yU7" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>The pair then discussed the Hurricane and when it might arrive, as well as what they would do. Brec and Sandy had planned to visit a number of places in Nova Scotia as well as New Brunswick. It was decided that they all needed a break from sailing so they would get off the boat that day and hire a car tomorrow to start touring. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_d4ce_6d5e_14c7_1a94" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yJ_4C0XNz4hELDzwjTJFSd42ZqJs5KUa9Y4t-XzggZUwbrUFbRwOsGUh6QUo6S-NK4zwGvlDXrJzu01xY2S32Hjd1C9w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>Brec was pleased that they had a number of items on the menu named after him. The men both had a Savvy Brekky!</div><div><br></div><div>After breakfast they returned to the boat taking coffee and breakfast for Sandy with them.</div><div><br></div><div>It was decided that Brec would do some boat stuff, Sandy would do the laundry and our BBF could go find an ATM to get cash and he could if he wished have a look around town.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_397e_90a4_49ca_2938" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yg7cU1DXloYLARwKys9kaERVCRbaCI81MqmyZ-kO3N02g8e_nsKIgPIkcst45BPxg0IxZRs3Xw0sowu-o9sFNK-PjVEg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_1aa5_850c_a12a_1cb8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zRnO-NYsi2YoeoTjSJ-OpcHjP1yERPQSDq1gx5CnbWi5sCEyGSLYGu5N5cIwICyD5-q2Grp0ImxN1c7RkksnyCNrCf" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">By the War Memorial Alan found an ATM then went and sat in a Cafe to have coffee and use the wifi facilities.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b3d_dbd7_a318_fde" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y5Ew4Zrp8FmqVfk-voyXkLzK1PLfQddLs0eETI4NEpJfdk-_IFzL6PshJ1NTGyHUphyiiw1G-6V5rxNCZSg6yC7kLK0A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_7e5e_2abc_85c5_7dc6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xPHV9z3V1PWkB-oV7ekp9PY4X_mJvRYjZjwPmSdf4sC4U2N3P3MCXGtBmSKdZamfLQEtVK948jdYZT7NFyNkS-2Y-shg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The little town built on the fishing industry in the early 19th century was pretty. There were interesting little shops and plenty of places to eat.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_6d09_33c2_7b46_63ae" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wLrnpcq2H55g-IMDUfTta0uyUytoOlf0Isn9o1pt0yq4b7oXvR_IzaK_mNYViktIsT2zYAPlcHya-I2um5gceHGnK7xA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This interesting memorial is to all the fishermen and boats lost to the sea and there was a memorial service in the harbour later in the morning.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3a41_6747_8708_7b5b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yQGZezYLl4bfNKKahHrqL72hzr2fSGispgfx4Y7BTnBdMkVMUOWS8BVvRWHrMaSWDGcw2bNn-2D8Psqi1q9uBZ5_vZuQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Alan returned to find Sandy soaking up the sun on the dockside. They checked the laundry and then went for lunch and an isotonic drink.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_4e08_d81a_941a_7433" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yI6TwJzZXA6f5lfnfOZjaAnxiQxyoXd_Uagimpwsax5nq2_p8-Pqc_WDG03G7pPG2wj-Mps1gCm35_aeUpDaJQvGFlTQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">After lunch they returned to the boat to pack some gear to get off the boat and check into a hotel. Sandy had already booked a room and now Alan helped her book a car for the touring part which they will pick up tomorrow. Brec was heavily into boat maintenance and refuelling and wanted to do an oil change. They left him to it and went to the Hotel and checked in.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_263e_f5c2_ac32_efce" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xefV5PWmmc_T9sYcr6DNrPCPAt0BgqNK-GkFr0VkeoS3MOBHcnpkbQNnTIhfhxYM1m5GH-4axs7BuPQuWmHadZwAV8ow" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We have a nice large suit with two Queen sized beds.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_fe64_cc3a_8b12_2710" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ywyNTzGrFSbLg8rmEhtacx68sBNkaID3DCElCq1AxhrUHtWttUsfn98F3EDOxh-XO9aFQUmOfXkt4uGxzPQuLlJCeFDA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">And a view over the harbour.<br></span><br><img id="id_194_5784_bc34_817" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zHgM0ztbG_9AqAfm_DnW82UM0PSauBTao8_x9dWSdT0_BZ2BEdZrMSzT080UPyDLOd3S7rG1bCq9FIOXauFiBTJfEJ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_3eb_1f87_c308_8160" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yX897yNeGtb3ZSF6tmvZkORcwGW17edW60IXqHPOoqTh3RBWGYhFZc9dv_BAO7G5XtMxhqoTdg-3HamlJGLzYzSEt6GA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As the sun set the fog rolled in again. The humans enjoyed an evening meal and even a bit of TV watching before retiring to bed.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The plan tomorrow is to pick up the hire car, leave the boat here and then to tour the country until Thursday when the men will get the boat prepared for the Hurricane should it arrive the week after. <br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br> </div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-17920708602914376972023-09-10T17:14:00.001+02:002023-09-10T17:14:11.669+02:00The Passage to Nova ScotiaWe left Provincetown at around 06:00 hrs on Tuesday 5 September. Brec had worked out a watch system which worked well we have to say. The sailors did 4 hours on and 4 hours off in the night, Sandy came on at 06:00 hrs every morning and did a three hour watch in the morning and one again in the afternoon. This ensured the men did not have to do the same night watch two nights running. The weather at the start seemed benign there was no wind and it was flat calm. So under engine we motored out and on throughout the day. The sun came up and it promised to be a good day on the water. However, out in Cape Cod Bay the visibility was poor until we rounded Race Point when the sun began to burn off the fog. <div><br></div><div><img id="id_a81a_159d_5b04_3e57" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wtFP1hTFxJIgQB4t-UqwTevzUSBHd615jLpUaOQKv0TJWAfif1Xix-OBQUyI6LZ21bs9NVbv6RrtGhBn6EfsYdMkHaUA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div>Brec paid homage to Neptune and gave him a good shot of Ouzo, but the crew did not get any. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_200a_e051_9215_2818" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yOzcbWzEg5Dn_KqNUA1QW43ZlgWFMzTM514CRYy3QFlvLKiUqNx8WefXYN4SoK3J9m49xG3xguwo8xgAuvS7lX2L5B-A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>Brec and Sandy then sang in harmony quietly a song called:</div><div><br></div><div>Blue out on the Ocean</div><div>Blue out in the air</div><div>Can’t stay here much longer</div><div>I’ve got no steamship fair</div><div>When my earthly days are over</div><div>Cast my body out to the sea</div><div>Save all undertaker bills</div><div>Let the mermaids flirt with me.</div><div><br></div><div>We were now on the open ocean and crossing the Gulf of Main. Wind came slowly, we put up sail, but kept the motor going to maintain boat speed. Later when more wind came the engine was turned off and we sailed on into the night. On that first day we saw Dolphins and many sea birds. </div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_269b_25c9_8d6_75f3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xPhacatoMrLUrZiisIKj-QLlAuQONZtHyoXgZtoW9nZZKPUwH3Tn8rNJpQ3Tfi6lLqfgXEA-4pxHXeSsqUKkdYjsqN2g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br></div><div><br></div><div>Our BBF acted as the Cook and so began by making everyone a cup of tea in the early morning and gave them a biscuit. Later he made breakfast and lunch and the evening meal before he went on his first night watch from 18:00 hrs till 22:00 hrs. He was pleased about this as he would get to see the sun set and the sun rise again. </div><div><br></div><div>The second day at sea was a little rougher now as we really felt we were on the ocean far from land in all directions. The motion of the boat was very much like a corkscrew and it was difficult below as one was thrown about a bit. We sailed this without the engine and OTTER could handle it well. The Monitor Wind Vane steered and only at night as the wind died did we put the engine on again to charge the batteries. During the day we saw dolphins again up close and later we saw whales blowing, but much further out.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_efd7_ed6c_ac7e_fa2d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x1ezFiLpsXV3Gnp90GPRBR_HTQIvOhrOHrbtP_pbYZrhbeEA79vvTwWd_YoHcHRxiHSmZeOdO7w33lCYIlTWJzlAsyCg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>The second night at sea was bitterly cold even those sleeping below felt it. Our BBF made those that wanted it breakfast and later sandwiches for lunch. The evening meal he made scramble eggs, bacon and beans. None of this was easy as the corkscrew motion he had to hold on with one hand as well as cook. The second morning at sea the humans were all a little bleary eyed with fatigue. The cook made everyone porridge for breakfast. It was a very foggy and cold day, but later the sun did come up and burnt off the fog.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_617b_fbd2_3b7f_5a" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z5f44dW7hxvUav9Asqn9cChrEKJsq9_nw-V2RBEt4hNgmHxMxyFRfXbkQZAMpn1cvY8-hJqP9bUFN9HLoZ6M1yFx8h0Q" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_fa41_9e06_f434_7488" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xUwPxrS3zSBhmSG73_6BUePcDTR3JWVuI1OpwYD9xmuRXdamo9yS1kYAvZVK6CsVu8jRgst8n0wtzeT2v3hoLpZgKsCQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>By later afternoon on the second day it was clear that if we continued like this we would arrive in Lunenburg at around 02:00 hrs so the skipper decided we needed a bay to anchor in for the night. He found an excellent little bay called Little Herbert and once the anchor was down an anchor beer was poured and the cook got on with making a pork casserole for supper.</div><div><br></div></div><div><img id="id_5887_a19b_bfb9_f330" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wetYFaLWMee0XREegnbbCm7pBnvRxzbeye189ctz8Mo7k8audSn_nkOj3p1MdfWlw-r18N8_f61F-UcHENMTCqYUv7" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_fa45_2bb7_8acd_33e7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zw6IDnZlEfPp5coexy4HRGFvk-mThFiZnIKyIM8NpYq87CLEVvKwnqj7IujhEViqAwZKd3arQ43wjwfEYEB1CHoEUp" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><br></div><div>The harmony on board was excellent, Brec and Sandy sang again after supper and the mood was very jocular. So much so that our BBF learnt that one could die laughing. While Brec was washing up Alan noticed a bright light in the rubbish bag and asked what it was. Brec replied that it was a damned flashlight that didn’t work for him so he threw it away. The way he told it made Alan laugh so much that he got into a spasm and couldn’t breath! It took awhile for Brec to notice Alan’s gesture to pat him on the back!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_d2d9_c210_c97a_1119" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xn40-lXw9l8Qz8wjYynNEXF08-ewdKtrzh3NS8B5baCHzHtpuphrVgNyceGZ3v2OFSnoA22b404NyryNPoKkZfgzhZZw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>Brec retrieved the torch and gave it to our BBF saying if he could switch it off he could keep it. Alan did just that and noticed that the battery cap had been put on back to front. We now have a very bright light! Later that night our BBF had another laughing not breathing spasm because of the jocularity between Brec and Sandy and this time Sandy patted him on the back till he could breath again.</div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">There was a thick fog over the anchorage in the early morning and we could not see the exit, so stayed put until the fog cleared enough to get out again.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5b77_1085_d0e8_5cdd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yBVQni6ukZB6GyJGLIz8WpZuDha7TD73zOANiVowvnMLu6AWmfnuQcNEyeILn1CxJN8WPIQF7ReZP3lb8y8lJRB7ONdg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Once underway because it was a late start Brec chose another anchorage to go to rather than try a night entry into Lunenburg.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_299a_4c2c_2edf_f054" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yGsi6jKCGl55nfQqaydxPLgoxedmCa4HawZTKJqBWNNwMlWDPXeyPFJXgtI2_zQVcVHYVlXISjcQJBvBskcOY4tQOp" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">A waypoint to the next anchorage was past an Easterly Cardinal Buoy, but here in Canada they are not at all like the ones in Europe for there is no top mark!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_fed6_1060_a971_6a00" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yaHn3yENLK47Yme3-_VjgbD-EiMQ9PjImwVAOwzO6c1IYpM4E-DoWkiwHTAQNuujLy9KMpOzyT0LqLJzcFq4F8CUdDjw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This is how the cardinal buoys look in Europe!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7b4d_29e0_b4f5_3e57" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wjj9M6J8MS5VE38KGGLkrE100w2ivwwVM0QvjdFCgYK894Im8mr37weXJgin-LpEp9CUhon6h87P_gXWwRGH2hJ4XF" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We now anchored next to Carter’s Island off a nice little beach in Port Mouton Bay. The cook made the evening meal and the Skipper planned the next part of the voyage to Lunenburg assuming it would be in fog. Port was poured in the Shipfaced glasses and then the humans retired to bed, tired but happy.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><img id="id_54c6_f2aa_1b12_756f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zG0_hjfGDf5V7Ghit9P_3ITok5mMj922DoyOJVziT-QXMjxyot8Kb0lIq9vyXneoSj7t3j8jL3h3owvJev-kjgLo0ciw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The next morning we could only just see Carter’s Island but with our BBF on the helm and Brec navigating we set off for Lunenburg in the thick fog.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_527a_657_71e9_6ef2" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z027OhsQMwowEjvWEkaP_-EOFubrGT9Dpude_t8xjpfJn_UY-nXmnrxykkk0DBhAHen4_WYFHQKQ5NxHq-YGEI_6zfhA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec hoisted his radar reflector.<br></span><br><img id="id_95b6_bbbd_fc65_ce54" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x2jGqcW1R-x6SsQ8XEZ3RB7v2zOg3CCDiKqGHt1u44iFcZ1S28nH2nI3eRb6mWE5IbKa9j1esVppv6M_h87RVM342Hcw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">But the humans worked together as a well oiled team and so the navigation was easier than it otherwise would have been.<br></span><br><img id="id_327e_7087_92b7_9ef9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wDUYmUGCqgcQC5_7cXNk1NrErF53GgP5CtRGqTiS7lr3K7c7WHAImEqKAYAkpOUDOxs_xGAYGSV4DiSj-f39IRYgNz" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">At one stage the fog lifted but sadly it socked in again. As we got closer to Lunenburg we saw sail boats in the mist and eventually the weather Gods smiled on us for the sun came out and we could easily make out the marks to the harbour.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f0df_ed55_bb2f_8fa8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zAC-JlYdWzFYC1GyWHKnWZtZoGu2_FMq7Runi6Bzm8n4DmI9CK4YKfbI-Of__Ax4tkbveDekn0zzBE8nBphmnt8qFo" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_16a6_6206_388_ed82" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ytSRuT4g4ePhUFpe03ushmh5EyDbM5gosBIEpCFMzSkAELOz1BJRwWjzse1u49htT5u7evpsN1J01vvFu2jbZ4xvcefw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As we entered the harbour hte sailors on deck saw a seal close by in the water.<br></span><br><img id="id_f16f_8e87_4345_b6e7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z0g_vzoNHtD7FJIu4ZGnMZn6QDqrKV-_QzWOrJxtkc1voplJLNdpiWhbc_zCz4HPpXc9D5IfpBrqj6U3cLGuL87dqb7w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec had phoned ahead and reserved a place on a floating dock in the Zwicker Warf. The town from the sea looked really nice.<br></span><br><img id="id_c4ae_50a0_a45e_fa5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xg36NZDYJl31CBdA4XYkkmGUdkWV-6cuXi7xy3HIhU3tl7GbIbOi7wNjybwyPWe2tiHvQyeEv0h_nsslGhEgnha0z-Ow" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Once the boat had been washed and put to bed the humans went to shower and then to eat ashore. Sandy had found a nice restaurant in the museum.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9112_7466_6e38_6c9d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yymqagGJzo0N1clF_pekY_AmLIy-tFO-yf71hECtOwOr4zc01KZpvrk9NDxCsLvrUeVJhyzlVf1rwv-jl1wvoQapopFQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_948f_3bbe_2df7_7a4d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xHaruNRyp0oHZyq92M1Y9JFdwNRMYwmlJqo71afBOT_wcNxIACWLpi60ipHDVySORHRgeB9e14_vJJV56ygYC6UssUcA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Muscles were had as a starter and they were delicious, so much so that Brec drank the broth they came in.<br></span><br><img id="id_e014_6e3a_ceb0_a1d7" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-w-AnxlVBUB8-U38kF-Yx8ay_tIHN8thTgNToGBN-9Zke2TNIfNb7OfrkB-nNEWZuxLRzqvBS9GlEaYJ6gXhW_Uzw0Hcw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF had a burger which had been recommended by the waitress and he said it was good. The humans then returned to the boat and went almost immediately to bed as they were worn out but the last five days.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">One fact we need to mention is that Hurricane Lee is about to put a spanner in the works.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_9b02_53d9_6652_2fcc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wM6fnQ1M09TQFxUSLnIrlGuPS4s8OkP050OgUdEM8Oas2Z-aiGVrHEOntZdj3mCBTB3z3NaZSBBpp1e_6EfnPh1ky57w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span>One forecast puts it arriving on our BBF’s Birthday!! There are a number of options the humans are considering, none of them perfect, but they have not made a decision yet. Plan A calls for going ashore, hiring a car. For four days on Monday and touring. Then coming back and waiting out the storm. It is not even certain it will come this way, but it is as well to be prepared. There is no going to sea while the danger is imminent. You can all rest secure in the knowledge the very experienced round the world sailors will make the right and safe decision when more facts are known.<br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-3186662269227779052023-09-04T22:04:00.001+02:002023-09-04T22:04:42.195+02:00Another hot day in ProvincetownWe all slept in today getting up at around 08:00 hrs when Brec started the engine to charge the batteries. Brec then told us that we were all going ashore to shower and have breakfast at thePost Office Café. When the batteries were charged we called the water taxi and headed off to the showers. Refreshed we then went to the Post Office Café where we managed to get an outside table. The day was sunny without a cloud in the sky and was already warm, it would get hot later. <div><br></div><div><img id="id_621_4c84_3144_f7d3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x0I6mzu6L5r9ZBm7C30VY69CU9BjM3snq3xq76WuTaARN54kd33QQ92mJvfXYxd4dv3YQj6myCGNxz-QtLA5TA31gC" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_40df_6b89_81d2_aa64" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yZPX-kHfNne6rQA7RSaGqOaWiX8Dbtvgwz0p55I8tyjemksmx4t1jVIN76sQ_fF-uKIaWQNU_FBLaQpELfKNCtw56nAQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Alan and Brec both had the Cafe’s classic eggs Benedict with Canadian Bacon, which to us bears looked more like ham, on an English Muffin which was too hard for our BBF to cut with the knife you see there, so he demanded a sharper one. Both men were brought a steak knife which worked better.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div></div><div><img id="id_3a0f_9509_9fb5_f798" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xGyP9DPnZ8EuEggdnKBk7cFmelqqpQoIPk1BMjakyce0FyoECTeFHxOhcATqpnV0Ex-97NoRtYJTm_Rnw5Gd8K1If8dA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Breakfast was enjoyed and the humans chatted about the up coming voyage to Nova Scotia. Coffees were refilled, but then the waiter insisted on being paid as we had finished and they needed the table!! So they paid and left. Sandy went to the Pharmacy to get stuff while we Bears and the males went to the town jetty to look at the Victoria, Magellan’s ship that actually completed the circumnavigation.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5dbb_f269_137d_5ed9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zG_LuUXMz4G8QoAhPb9eib-mEfG2bv6owF4R1kJT01EWqEhG9lBsXVcda8pWG9sc7M6qpLjWgZ2wA4uAtBtfDdi61ICw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sadly when we got there the ship had departed. This picture above was taken when we came in and we all thought it might be one of Columbus’s ships, either the Nina, Pinta or Santa Maria. Magellan’s Ship the Victoria was the only ship of his fleet to return with 18 out of 237 sailors and Magellan as we all know was not one of them.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f381_cd8b_a176_913e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xe3Mw1XoWIH_wnfzRPnePliuj1IDWQ2TdKNw5g2GBHsjpOGhLpz3j2ZT30ket4MyCTR7FWfOoEbp6X5ZVMVUhbzP3r" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF now had a nervous bowel and need to find a Heads as quickly as possible. The one on the jetty only had one stall and two men were waiting so he trotted on back to the marina where he just made it, but then found there was no toilet paper. Brec in the meantime had followed him and got some paper from the stall next door. If you have ever been to the USA you will know that the toilets are not enclosed but open at ankle level and the walls end just above head height. Our BBF left the toilet to find Brec sitting on the terrace, but then had to dash back again to the toilet. This time Brec got one of the marina staff to get a new complete toilet roll which they passed over the door! </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><img id="id_3cae_7469_17a4_d1a5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y4FwASMhLe1HyA0v70dxvAnJD76CVYCHMa5D6mvPweoaHWMcujR6Hn1woHTrysHJ7hLOkK5mhMJfJIYn979UukcqnL" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">It was relatively safe now for our BBF to walk into town again while Brec returned to the boat. It being the Labor Day holiday there were many people about. We saw quite a fair number of young and older men holding hands.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_b474_10dd_a404_9211" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wA-S88x9SFhc_10ArZnq0bkKEt7z78vL7n7g_8iSPcZN3H9e_uLuLBs5R3SzFcMwF0miNdFxqmbc16H1otRPRmRY_HDQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We walked back to the town jetty were our BBF asked the Atlantic Research and Conservancy what the chances were of sighting Whales.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1ff8_83e1_b901_7baf" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wPOYXROotBW0FASHXcIlQRCZYEWJ1mhJroYwkQlqM8fubwxYtTr4T206qscGVhPK5ulKXa8246-7MYArx1lGgb8ptpKQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_cfce_4d55_ed9b_e944" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yDylT0KA-R76KQpQajgLuMpT06CXcywM3n3hgFZDbR__rL5yu_pjEYZFl3rSQL3u7Xh-14yq1QSJ1IO_V-OXGtoknaAw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The chances of seeing whales once we pass Race Point were going to be good we were told. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We returned to the boat and Alan made some lunch for all on board. Sandy was not back yet. When Sandy returned she gave our BBF an early birthday present.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_fe72_fe87_7d54_31d3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xZnQb-d43yNaKvZ1SsN7qyOibjyKz0AY8J5Lh423bKPY6Zp2oIGWsy4cYE7lZnMwjVh_OedzdVZpwTmzVStTVtTFbVRg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Our BBF was pleased with the complement and the tea towel and gave her a hug for it. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec as we write is working hard doing the last minute things necessary for a safe voyage at sea. He has made out watch lists and has gathered the life jackets together and is now beginning to check on charts and the route we will follow. Tonight the humans are going out for a last meal ashore. We leave tomorrow morning Tuesday early and will be out of touch with our readers until at least Friday. Happy Sailing!<br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-32373345096621757642023-09-04T02:34:00.001+02:002023-09-04T02:46:13.312+02:00The kindness of a stranger!<img id="id_3f5_e210_fa5a_11be" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wYQ-IW1yJlcfHUe_3J57QWtxeNt5PRCHNsRzYWtAVRyO7WEX2OH3HEIV8Ltq85WRKc75Oi66BCy9rc7Eyf_wc4OZ156g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">In the night our BBF got up to look at the stars, but the waning moon still chases them away. Ashore the town was clearly throbbing and people were partying.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_3e66_ff62_f059_d93" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yPMKHlbX5G9wkM0KHKT59RSgImXUD_Izv1W9-5IeYWFJeCsCAYGnZZ2YrSTBxkatatsBYLGpNOX332a6hqbbBlDL1V" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">He got up again at dawn, but went back to bed, the skipper after all had said no move before 07:00 hrs!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">At 07:00 hrs he cleared away his bed, dressed and started the breakfast. He made pancakes as promised with real coffee and all agreed that it was good.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_cef2_dba1_b536_4cdf" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yV5CsZeNjjJG_G8j8iDZGuamBlRbN4_rV-lHkHIrXAidXkJqsfZ7au6RxJoV4XgQkQs8FitJR1D7rG-Q1D6OlH9JY5VQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sandy remarked having Alan on board was like having your own personal Chef! After the humans were sated they sat and chatted and told stories for a bit.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec than wrote out two shopping lists one which he would get and one for Alan and Sandy to get. Brec was going to get boat stuff and Alan and Sandy groceries.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><font size="4"><img id="id_c27e_2a5_1ed1_e476" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xHSb7rbCMsvK3QN0WTbds1-f-ytTEdWZls2uNR8-b4ott0au3QEUpO-Y0EQklCbQqdS7X8aV65L_fIVBcjLNY7q_f6sw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></font><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The day promised to be a hot one. On shore Sandy and Alan went one way Brec another. Our pair wandered around the town enjoying the holiday atmosphere and going in and out of the many shops. As the nights at sea the further North we go get colder he succumbed to buying an extra warm hoody with a soft fleece lining. He said he would wear it on the night watches under his oilskin jacket. Sandy bought herself a shirt, a sweatshirt jacket and some Flipflops.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f2cc_9918_16e3_4cde" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-z-ITA_Sn6kBI44sLbdOGHXAdMCctJGOVxM-UFL1OWJUrExoYvWc7OXyjMssDZbQXXnCTa4l4w7Pcvnm0VcpEDdN7aD8A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_377e_656e_36e4_a4bf" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-y9le29JulAMocgyag-gg5R8l8NNcns86d23owHA3O4zFfTb1oDOAmLB3yp0kn05aiNpXBTxN9V9YF_0hv_99QMqhwmGA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_7430_a83e_8370_6894" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xfxcvfmu-9EKRGC94yOl_DwlPT74W3rQxTLqdKygy_ogXTZ-qhB0Tlntn2EC7fiHHw4I5kJ0T1CAA_yGTaYKGMGpJ_6A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_9f3a_9dc0_dfc8_823b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wnpd4u7mtLkLVgEYeh3CBVhHEv3Km7MiF75205fiqad_Q85WjQsE3kqNMy_KeEoejY2za3GheRdNNJQTfMG7haW5zClQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They now needed a cold drink and something to eat as it was getting really hot. They found a suitable place and each had a glass of cold water and a nice Belgian Isotonic drink. Alan ordered a Lobster Bisque and Sandy a salad. Each left the other a little to taste. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_5d7_efcd_37eb_47ef" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yAft2rBZwXzB-GAgQyoNYsosemn960PXuOQq39Tz8DQNzmZc7mmeXuQIfrqhx5zoA6JwLBGR_iTi7BWhEjmH6V8xo6" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Suitabley refreshed they got underway to find the ShopRite supermarket. It ended up being a long walk in the heat of the sun. They passed the monument to the Pilgrims from the Mayflower who signed the Mayflower Compact which created laws for the Mayflower Pilgrims and non-Pilgrims for the good of the colony.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_1518_de65_110d_46b3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zLQzPfA6vZFflasrPp6-UP1n3V9f1v6ilamKLRBbK7BL6pUMD501O9PVXTpTcTyvLeXSpfjzN7dME245XqEEeLttf6" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_c020_a8c4_3a73_29da" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x_l0Tskz9BNph1Ybqfxz04Sqb3MdC1Eyj93Rm_yD4m-dh_U5UDjuOojMyGfxpDUMoV7LZPO-TyYIJG-1a2LkdIQlw9UQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">They walked on another quarter of a mile and when they had to cross the road a female motorcyclist stopped to let them cross. When she revved up to get going the motorcycle was quite noisy as some Harleys are. A handsome man near our human remarked that she was noisier than his ex wife! Sandy laughed and asked the man if he knew where the supermarket was. We now learnt that it was in the other direction at least a mile back!!! The man introduced himself as Steve, that he was originally from the Netherlands, still had that nationality as well as the USA one. He had been a Lieutenant in the State Troopers had served in the National Guard and went to Kuwait, was gay and had two children from a surrogate mother. He then added if they followed him home, which was not far he would take Sandy and Alan in his car to the supermarket. That was an offer they could not refuse.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_6c46_d567_c328_e94b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x1Z6DwEyDiLWjt17x7XcqO-2Q_7oWxRYlqwC8uOZBRkv7Wx0QdZFvPlSNVmjfUDVeNiiTPjKYgtOus_3ToqxcvZe66cg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">At his house he went and got the key to his car, then drove our pair to the supermarket. On the way he explained that his husband was a Drag Queen and had won the contest to the Drag Queen of the USA, had won $200,000 and a BMW car!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">When they arrived at the supermarket he gave Sandy his mobile telephone number and said when we were ready to phone him and he would take us to the town marina.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Sandy and Alan bought all on the list and then some, but there was no bacon to be had! ! When they got to the checkout Steve was there to say he had remained and checked his emails. Outside Steve drove his car up they loaded the stores on and were off. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">At the entrance to the large jetty, which is also a car park the sign said full, but Steve told the attendant he was only dropping us off and drove all the way to the Marina gate. Using Steve's phone they found someone to take their picture and then our pair went down to the water taxi. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_8e13_93c_d785_7e5b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xwzjxacP6SAHBIfKMigZ5wMgkHiBKOtxZkqrxmttAosQSzenUxkyGqFVGMfjig9TOi0ovWGUIvFWfiH7ZgAjEXhwxD" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">As they got to OTTER our BBF realised he had left his bag with iPad in Steve's car! He asked Sandy to text him and stayed in the water taxi to go back to the jetty. Steve was there with Alan's bag and he breathed a sigh of relief. Such generosity from a stranger. Steve remarked that there were only two things that he had to do, die and pay taxes the rest of what he did was free choice.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_f97f_111_e183_59c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xkJHP1-8wniFRwbfOkT-V1sh4XC1nlhEOLhisLGYLugMber63RLJA90rc1f4aHempb0jH9yMccWsmYtbXJn31ZKtbGjw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec alone on the boat had done quite a bit of work and preparation for our voyage. He now went ashore to shower and have a walk around town. Alan said he would have supper ready at 18:30hrs. Alan prepared the meal and then found that Brec had turned the main shut off to the cooker so hard off, that he could not turn it back on. Sandy tried and failed too. Alan texted Brec who was on his way back anyway. Brec turned the fuel on and Alan started cooking.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Even Alan agreed it was a good meal which all enjoyed while telling stories of their day’s activity. Brec washed up and cleared away and so ended another good day on OTTER!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"> <br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br> </div></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-3664164696044522892023-09-03T16:26:00.001+02:002023-09-03T16:26:20.092+02:00It’s Colder Now<img id="id_8d58_80d4_fb09_bd6b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x2IuRuUXadE3RBtcLZbC2DiI8BS4x9mcKLSik8fDsAy0TA8aCLB7Odk7SvyzJy0D6Pt9DPE_XrMBS2PGQgXI5evkUDkg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br> <div>We were up at the crack of dawn to get through the Cape Cod Canal with the favourable current. It was cold so Brec made our BBF and himself a hot chocolate. Then with Alan on the helm he hauled up the anchor. This is undoubtedly Brec’s morning exercise as he hauls it up by hand and only uses the windlass when it wont come up.</div><div><br></div><div>Alan followed the buoys back out to the Canal then turned into it. Quite a few small boats were about with men fishing in them. Then once we were in the canal the banks were lined on both sides with men fishing every 100 metres! We saw one man successfully land a large Bass, but that was the only one.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_b3a9_adf7_dd0c_3cd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wlxXOgCSWmkjzco-0Xm-S7s9H4IEisAb2pof7ymLp4y1ftmyAytiwQRCY3F7SDH1td4s3vY5Uzj294Cpd1Spsl-rUPXg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">This is the view of the lifting railway bridge after we had gone under it with the moon above it. It was bitterly cold and so our BBF put on more clothes.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_284a_2ff5_fe49_f9af" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xtj6xyrWSfuK8k3-ssubrQvWyg-RMHzR2r-9mluXn7t4MpfgROaLBPFVu942NocwMMVl3t8RGhdt7NvuYBsPccA3RU_A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br>The canal is about eight nautical miles long is with a favourable current of 3knts we went through fast. Once out the other side into Cape Cod Bay Brec hoisted the Genoa, but as the wind was light from behind we kept the motor on. Later in the day when the wind and the course allowed he hoisted the main as well and polled the Genoa out on the other side so we sailed wing on wing and were able to turn the motor off!</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_d2c1_13ac_bc50_9b58" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yJ_tZakm3s-uPhN792dpffdieF9xJHDvUt8IBhHwbSaUK3JtbxRjCGxWL3cKO8LNgsY83lQ3fDzMv6tMuyGT8TNBBk8g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Bliss perfect bliss. No engine noise, sailing along nicely and the sun is shining.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_abbc_fa5e_d184_8576" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x7oNVIe36dCMnCX4VxwGPqpq1Iczg17alFGVcPGLOgmC_at805m5KRe91LhTHTzu5ZLXW78GtllMAPplRq30LNlt26HA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">After 6 hours sailing we arrive in Provincetown. Brec hauled all the sail down and we motored slowly into the marina to get fuel and water.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_fa29_1c24_3b6e_20c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wAr2xqW0_CPOzMoGZE9c3XLhWV0lhR_oRf3NcwZlYY42Trj79z1eYNhY0rcoQzSEJgZ_9u286WfKdzM7f6_zBqCF5BOQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We asked for them to give us a mooring for three nights, which they did. Alan then made lunch. After lunch Sandy and our BBF took the laundry and their shower kit ashore via water taxi while Brec put the boat to bed.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_ac46_261d_6bba_1a42" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-xXIKxk8kqUC05hYLTLB_7sw5PKPEkPWvteEFhtLg-6z26wm2RVj6dGy3yYG1b6UyD9VUw2t8W0Lnq9A63bX185KnL8bA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">When they had showered they sat in the sun and looked at their mobile phones. Brec came and showered and we Bears published the last three days of Blogs, but made a mistake in the order of publishing. We got Alan to tell everyone of our mistake. The humans then went into town.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Brec had the bit between his teeth and wanted to have a beer at the bar he had frequented when he worked here in the 60’s. In the old days the bar was called the Forecastle but now it is called the Old Colony Tap!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_969_88d8_cee5_f68c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-yVUKSaZysk1WzWzXMDNepl4L5vyzB8RDxjL80_OVgFF96p3vmK6LFsOKY8RSF5jx9bR-O4MyqeRtHEMrKExtnYHbHlog" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">It was a low ceiling bar, dark and loud with cracked tables. Brec had his beer while Sandy and our BBF had a G+T. Satisfied we now followed Brec around town while he told us some of the history and of his time here in the 60’s. It is now a holiday town, in the 60’s it was a fishermen’s town. The folks walking the streets were very colourful to say the least. Brec explained that it had become not just a Hippy place but one for gays!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><br><br><img id="id_de1d_e817_7f26_4c4c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zN8tkEGgyX6gPRmFKJ5Tvmz-371klTosmj5o7l6KpAKb18J2xR6wQeOje9BS62cDSXDIUx76OCVQNpEQAgwqGp3FifcQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_320_7a6f_1fd7_bbac" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-ycwT_gQbsVbSGhWN4EgpoKz36HhB2yIdIf3KBCr60XCnNd_nE6vcqpruHwBZ1jC6TbRqADB-XMUnhJE5_fLiqFaQYRBw" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><br>The humans bought some beer then went back to the boat so that Alan could cook the evening meal. He said it wasn’t cooking really as he had made the bolognese and froze it before coming, so it was boiling water for pasta and warming up the bolognese. It was all washed down with red wine. Then as these humans seem to do they sit looking at their mobile phone screens before going to bed. Brec said, no move before 07:00hrs. Alan promised us all pancakes and real coffee for breakfast. The humans were asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.<br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><br><br></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876483639909648538.post-88280151949655964992023-09-02T22:41:00.001+02:002023-09-02T22:41:23.130+02:00On to Onset.Our BBF got up a couple of times in the night to look at the stars. The moon always scares them away, but the night sky was cloudless and a few did their best to shine through, Orion’s Belt was easily visible. During the night the wind blew hard for a bit, but we were all snug so slept on. This morning Brec started the engine at 08:45hrs to charge the batteries which woke us all up. He then listend to the shipping forecast while our BBF cleared away his bed and made a cup of tea. The men then discussed the possibility of moving on today. As the winds were light Brec was hopeful that they could make Onset Bay today. Our BBF had wanted to go ashore to get proper Wifi so we could send our Blog, but when it was agreed that they should attempt the passage he stayed on board, made a potato salad and egg salad sandwiches for lunch. At one stage Brec helped peel the hard boiled eggs and discovered that we had fresh eggs after all!<div><br></div><div><img id="id_76ae_7510_200e_9b26" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-x-xrkt1rayi-EQHGl00dClUVeocj9v1LUPe6Y6En3l6iEk3HjCu5IzYq9hTsMZGaWkv3GcSgtJPZKw0awwmPhSbYuY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br><div>We set off around 11:30hrs and the going was fine. The wind was on the nose but the engine and boat made reasonable headway against it and the adverse current. There were hardly any clouds to be seen, just a few fluffy white ones on the horizon to the North of us. Sandy sat and read, Alan kept watch, the Autopilot steered and Brec Navigated and did the many necessary boat jobs. He is a fine seaman and we all feel safe in his lovely little yacht. Sandy near the end of the day remarked that Alan was a stalwart seaman. Well we don’t know about that, we only know that he and Brec are very similar and both have confidence in each others sailing ability, otherwise we wouldn’t be here.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_69a4_95da_bae5_fa4f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-zoQ8ARPfFaW4w1spYkhEzqYiBb1gauYi_0xb5CoyhwsNvhfMv9BWjO7PhNI8esCp058r3cwVPTNJHi4Rnj69AxqmCTgA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>When we arrived at the entrance to the channel leading to the Cape Cod Canal our BBF turned off the Autopilot and hand steered all the way to the anchorage where we now are. Brec put the hook down and after they had made sure it had held the engine was turned of and our BBF went below to prep and cook the evening meal. The Skipper (Brec) broke out the anchor beers and a toast was given to a successful day.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_3419_48b5_762a_3c89" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/drive-viewer/AITFw-wOj8L6T6P_vvKlFPAi1pt56LAK4tMMCDZX_0DZkeh1LXGrnSVAzIl_lT1DVz4DbaUqlbcqeoogpuBM76unQuEAXXQgKg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 812px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div>The meal was enjoyed by all and after Brec had cleared away the humans sat looking at their mobile phones and there was silence on the boat.</div></div>Alan Tyson-Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606839840794598431noreply@blogger.com0