Sunday 10 July 2016

Race 12 New York to Derry

Race 12 - New York to Derry Londonderry

The last leg of the race! Time is starting to go quickly and we will be back in St Kats in no time at all. The boat is full for this race with 23 of us on board. Should have been 24 but Nick decided not to carry on with us. What is it going to be like with so many of us sharing such a small space? We also have an extra with Simon P, the journalist who crossed the Pacific with Garmin, cycled 3750 miles from Seattle to New York and has now joined UNICEF to cross the Atlantic to Ireland.

A Le Mans start on the evening of Day 1 saw all the boats head off in a north east direction. The wind picked up quickly as we set off on a starboard tack - good for me as it meant I didn't fall out of bed. On this race we are having to stay south of 40 degrees north to avoid any contact with ice. This has put us quite a long way south of where Titanic sank due, as we all know, to an unfortunate contact with an iceberg. We were on a beam reach as we headed east at up to 24 knots in winds that gusted over 40 knots. The boat was very 'tippy' and we broached on at least two occasions to the shouts of "dump the vang" and "ease the main halyard". Reefs were put in and out on a regular basis as we sped towards the point where we could eventually head north east in a desperate attempt to avoid a ridge of high pressure that was developing mid Atlantic.

We are now on day 8 and are sailing north east in light airs. We still have to avoid entering the eastern edge of the 'ice box' as to do so would mean immediate disqualification from the race so we are gybing our way along. The sun is shining, the seas are calm, whales keep appearing in the distance as well as alongside the boat and everyone seems to be in good spirits. The downside to all of this is that we are not travelling very fast, averaging only six to seven knots. At least we haven't parked up in the high pressure but I expect there is still time for that.

Day 9 and two boats have lodged protests against UNICEF and are saying that we have entered the 'ice box'. Have we or haven't we? The easterly edge of the box is defined as 'an imaginary line joining two points'. What the rules don't specify is whether or not the line is a great circle or a rhumb line, the former line being curved when plotted on the Nobletec chart and the latter straight. We plotted a great circle and have therefore crossed over to the western side of the straight rhumb line, albeit by only a mile or so. Cloughy is in discussion with the race office and we wait with baited breath for the ultimate decision. We have a solicitor on board who is keen for a favourable decision as he is wanting to use this race as a qualifying race in order to join RORC (Royal Ocean Racing Club), and being disqualified will not suffice. We are currently in sixth place and there are a couple of boats who could have protested, but which ones?

What I can't believe is that this 'Adventure' is rapidly coming to an end. Less than five weeks to go, and as of today only 32 days remaining. Sailing is not exciting at the moment as we 'bumble' along with the code 2 spinnaker flying at about 8-10 knots, trying to catch up with Da Nang who are about
four miles ahead. Lots of time to think about the end of the race, what it means to me, what I will
miss, what next, and many more 'what's'. Will I keep in touch with many people or just the few that I feel I have built good and meaningful relationships with? Probably the latter as I want to nurture those friendships I already have and to see more of family and friends back home. I have Becca to settle into drama school in LA and Tom will be off to Courcheval (ski resort in the French Alps) in November to take up the post of shift supervisor for the next ski season so there will be a big change at home. Joe, the lodger, will still be in residence as he starts his degree up in London in September and is wanting to commute rather than move as it will be the cheaper option.

I am not finding it easy to sleep these days unlike earlier in the race when I would 'drop off' within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. I am doing very little exercise at the moment and spend most of my time sitting or lying on the deck thinking, chatting or playing 'The Minister's Cat'. Sailing related activities are limited to a couple of gybes a day if I'm lucky and a bit of time trimming the spinnaker sheet which involves holding, under tension, a lightweight sheet (piece of rope) and either
easing or pulling it in every now and then. Not exactly scintillating!

We moved our clocks forwards by another hour today so are only two hours behind UTC (universal time constant - the old GMT) and three hours behind the UK. We are getting closer! Fewer than 1400 miles to the end of this race, so at 200 miles a day we should be in Derry within seven days. I have also now sailed right around the world as we are east of Rio - wow! The end is rapidly approaching. What am I going to do next? No firm ideas as of yet but lots of thoughts around further travels including a river cruise with mum, sailing in the Mediterranean with friends, visiting Tom in France and Becca in California. Just need to win on the Premium Bonds now.

Fast forward a week or so and we are on day 17, 20 miles from the finish line, and I am on mother duty with Dolores. The wind has just picked up and after the worry of whether or not we would get
round Rathlin Island before the tide turned we are screaming along at a very rakish angle, tacking on
a regular basis as we go. We have come fifth in a closely fought race with Great Britain who managed to pass us during the night. The usual trio of LMax, Derry and Telemed are already across the line.

So what has been happened since I last wrote - we weren't disqualified for sailing into the 'icebox' because we didn't. A Great Circle line was acceptable as the 'imaginary' line joining two points so whoever reported us to Clipper for the rule infringement was wrong. More significantly the race was extended by 500 miles as the lead boats were going to get into Derry too early. This, after we were promised an extension would never happen again after the 'tour' round the South China Sea as we headed for Da Nang. Rather than cross the finish line we were to round Tory Island just off the coast of northern Ireland and head northwest out into the North Atlantic towards Rockall, round this jutting out lump of rock, sail around St Kilda to the east before heading back to Derry and across the original finish line. As you can imagine we were not pleased with this extension and there was a lot of anger
around our delay into port, especially as we had been promised, personally by the Mayor of Derry,
that the city would be ready for us whenever we arrived. This anger was compounded when one of the skippers reported that there was an area near St Kilda that was being used as an active torpedo range during the daylight hours of the days the fleet was going to be in the area. Why hadn't Clipper picked this up before setting up the race extension?

The next challenge was a large wind hole that was due to appear, and yes, we did get stuck in it enabling GB to get past us. But fifth is a respectable position and I am happy with that.

One of the challenges over the past week has been the upwind sailing with the boat heeled over at 45 degrees plus. This has inevitably made getting around the boat difficult, especially down below and in my bunk. I haven't actually fallen out but I know Dolores has on at least one occasion. One of my
tasks has been to help with the repair of the Code 2 (medium weight) spinnaker. The sail was torn from head to clew all down one side, about 12 meters of tear, when both of the sheets, one active and
the second a back up, broke one after the other. Taping and then stitching took about 48 hours of work for the six or seven of us who volunteered to help fix it. Clambering around the galley area, over the sail which was on the floor, and using the sewing machine on a "flat and dry surface" (ha ha) has been interesting.

Just crossed the finish line - 1525 UTC (1625 BST) - so Race 12 is finished. Now time to make a cake.

We eventually got into Derry on the evening of the 6th and after staying on the boat for that first night I am now living in a small house within the city walls and next to the cathedral. My sister, Libby, plus
brother in law and friend arrive this evening (10th) and my uni friend, Linda, and Martin come in to Derry on the 12th. The city is buzzing with the Foyle Maritime Festival and I am looking forward to another week on dry land before heading off on the penultimate race to Den Helder.

What was it like having so many people on board, 23 including Cloughy? It did get very congested at watch change as we all tried to either put on or take off our foulies in a very small area, made worse when we were going along at 50 degrees. There were often not enough places to sit down to eat, especially while the sails were being mended in the saloon area and there were usually queues to get to the heads. Having so many on the watch though meant we could have a break from the cold and wet when the weather conditions got nasty but it also meant that at times there were too many of us for the available roles. So a mixed blessing really. Three people are getting off for the next race so we should have more room and the boat will be a little lighter.














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