24 mai 2020 - Logbook Tres Hombres
It has been a 48h of tacking in the very agitated sea and sky…
With the tide, we came back exactly where we were the day before in a distance of 15 miles straight line. The reality is that we needed so many little straight lines to reach this 15 miles further south. The explanation is maybe difficult to understand because we are “losing our north” sometimes. I stopped counting how many times we tacked and jibed. The picture is messy on the chart but all was under control. We reported our plan to Dover coast guards and Gris Nez Traffic who keep a sharp lookout on the traffic on the English and French side. Of course, we are annoying them by being the only one ship making a zig-zag route. Not so many options for us aiming the English channel. Some manoeuvres are impressive for those who’ve never seen the dear Tres in such meteorologic conditions. Facing high waves, big splashes, strong gusts in our ears. Our faces are burned or brown from sun and salt, muscles are getting tight and the new rain gears are baptized. Still a lot of positive and useful Joyce on deck.
The gale warning is cancelled now. It means the wind is decreasing and will shift to the West. The ship is well-positioned to go through this bloody tiny busy channel. We are looking forward to going through, at any minute now.
Under fore staysail, topsail and mainsail 1 reef. That is not much but enough. The royal and gallant furling was quick and successfully done with eager crew members called Jules, Colin and Lenno.
Emotional farewell at the port. Tears are wiped away quickly by the fresh wind. Hectic activity onboard redirects my attention: Sails need to be launched! Where again was the halyard for the inner jib? I can’t remember but someone tells me where it is. Once the course is set everyone is assigned to one of […]
Take a good look at her! The curves. The canvas. The tempting lines. The salt, whispering from the crevasses in the weathered wood. The wind, the memory of which is trapped into the folds of the harbour furl. She is Tres Hombres, Tres for the crew. Trusty, steady, free. What most might not realize is […]
On a grey, Sunday afternoon our good ship Tres Hombres and her happy crew set sail and cast off lines to head where the fishes fly and the sun shines bright: the Caribbean paradise! The refit is finally over, but a new chapter begins now for the sailing crew who hold in their hands a […]