6 Juli 2015 - Fairtransport
DATE: 4/7/2015 GMT:1331 POS: off the Bill of Portland COG: 085 SOG: 5,5
GENERAL SYNOPSIS: ON BOARD THE TRES HOMBRES
WIND DIR: SW
WIND SPD: 4-5
CURRENT DIR: W
SEA STATE: 2-3
SEA TEMP: 16,5
AIR TEMP: 16
AIR PRES: 1021
Douarnenez, our friendly little French homeport situated in the awesome Baie de Douarnenez in Bretagne, welcomed us with great summer weather, just the wind let us down a bit as we were late exactly one hour for our rendezvous at the lock, after about 1000 M tacking down from Den Helder. That gave us time for a swim and a good preparation of the maneuver to sail onto the buoy next to the old harbour. The Dinghy waiting for us with a 20m line at the buoy, they had to really stretch it out as we came around the corner and swung her up in the wind, standing still with the dolphin striker above the dinghy. Make fast the line, sails down, square away the deck, put up the tent and come together midships for a final muster and a good glass of rum, welcome to Douarnenez!
Guillaume and Diana welcomed as warm and helpful as ever, and after an effective briefing with the guys from the little tugs, he flooded the deck with fine Biodynamic wine and cider from the next village, which we used to celebrate the departure of almost all trainees, finishing long after the last light dimmed in town.
The next day it all happened, We went through the lock into tho old port Rhu, made fast and started immediately unloading the 10 barrels which went round the Atlantic on the ship. Hereafter cleaned the hold and prepared for a full load of wine, this time with wine in bottles, bound for Copenhagen. Luckily th wine we tasted the night before was biodynamic, so the grape power did not stay in our head but in our muscles, moving about 26 tonnes of wine into the hold before dinner!
As we had some space free we filled that the next day with 2 pallets of cider and some local produced sardines, also bound for Copenhagen.
When we left the port we chose a day with little wind and luckily the official tug boat had no crew, so we could just use just the old wooden tug, pushing us safely out for free and letting us off just after the locks by Ile de Tristan. After a night anchored in the western swell north of Tristan, we weighed anchor before sunrise at 4 in the morning with the first breeze and gently jibed out of the bay, with Remi sailing along closely on his boat, underway to Brest. He helped out a lot as local guide, having a hard time to leave again, after many months at sea on this magic ship. The same with Francois, what went so far that someone with a little boat had to get him off the anchorage and bring him to a house near the cliffs in this bay! Thanks, french connection, for the good care you lend to her!
After passing the inside of Quessant again, we aimed for Brixham as next stop, where we met with Toni Knights and his Looe lugger Iris, who is very keen to also join the sailing cargo alliance. This is a network of sailing vessels, aimed to take over as much cargo as possible from steam and road transport and promote hard against useless, dirty carriage of cheap trash from poor to rich which is just accelerating the degeneration of the western world in a crazy speed. Also joining are ships like the Greyhound, the Avontuur, the Alva and hopefully many more…
Just in the last moment before setting sail again, we welcomed Tim from the Cornish seaweed company onboard, who brought us some samples of their hand harvested sea produce, which we will have on board for the ships market. After dropping him off we left the mooring with SW winds which will hopefully carry us along the Channel without making new AIS drawings all over the waters between England and France.
All the best from ship and crew,
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