The trip was easily the most amazing experience of my life.
I learned a lot, and it greatly increased my love of sailing.
The biggest highlights for me were sailing along the massive cliffs of Boeray, listening to the cries of gannets and sqas and the sound of waves breaking along the cliffs, and seeing the sweeping green hills of the Faroe Islands break off into jagged rocks that clawed the sky; but also just sitting on deck with a cup of tea after a hard sail and watching the sun set.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
From Paul Turci - Brooklyn, New York.
I completed the voyage from Iceland to Ireland aboard the sailing vessel Teddy. Looking back, I find it is a difficult task to describe the voyage in brief fashion and convey a true sense of the experiences we had on sea and land. Maybe Oliver’s short movies will provide the most accurate perspective, but then again, maybe not. People rarely see things with the same perspective. Three words come to mind that describe some of the experience: gratitude, unexpected and prehistoric.
Unexpected
18 July 2009. Fuglafjord, Faroe Islands. Teddy is tied up to an industrial pier in a small town. Oliver has been rattling pots and pans in an attempt to wake us. Soon we are having our first cup of morning coffee. Out of the blue, Captain Nick declares, “We must leave now.” We were hoping to walk into town and buy food (anything loaded with protein). Ian and Gaelan jumped up onto the pier and said they would go to the store and return in 20 minutes. There was something odd about Nick’s sudden urgency – beyond grumpy. As Oliver and I tried to debate this strategy of a rapid departure, Nick went down below, and a moment later we felt the rumble of Teddy’s engine starting. It’s safe to say that everyone except Nick was in a state of disbelief, listening to the engine idle. However, we all knew the debate was over. Nick directed Ian and Gaelan to untie the dock lines, and in three minutes we were underway heading south for St. Kilda. About an hour later, I was in the cabin when I felt the boat turning to starboard. I continued rummaging through the galley to find protein in some form other than butter. Then I heard the sound of the sails being taken down. I went up on deck to investigate. Oliver was steering and Nick and Ian were tying down the sails. Our new course was bringing us into another harbor. “That makes two surprises today, and we’ve only been up for three hours,” I remarked to no one in particular. An hour later we were underway again, with a fresh supply of bacon, chicken, ground beef, cream and milk. Now we could leave the Faroe Islands. However, three hours after leaving, we were in rough weather. Maybe one more night in the Faroes would be nice after all. We thought we would try to seek refuge on Sandoy, the southern-most of the islands, and we changed course. After a few hours of pounding into a parade of ugly waves and force 7 winds, we realized that we had been pushed too far south to reach our goal. Again, Captain Nick made a declaration: “we will be safer at sea.” Ian and I looked at each other for an instant. At that moment, we shared the same perspective – that of people who sail boats smaller than 25 feet and generally heed a small-craft advisory. Then, the third surprise came. Without a word or any effort of thinking, Ian and I came to the same conclusion: Nick’s perspective was the only one that mattered, and he had the advantage of being correct – in theory. Silently, I turned the wheel to bring Teddy to a compass heading of 150, and Ian adjusted the sails for our new course – safety would be the water between us and St. Kilda - 300 miles of ocean.
Prehistoric
From the southwest, we approached the island of Vagar in the Faroe Islands. We were treated to the awesome sight of jagged mountains rising from the sea. As we sailed closer, we were all hypnotized by this one mountain, pyramid shaped, standing alone, piercing the surface of the sea. The mountain itself was so steep that it seemed impossible for anyone to even attempt to walk upon it. It was covered with patches of lush, green grass. The peak, high above, was hidden in the clouds, and it seemed that we were seeing a place that no human had ever touched, a mountain formed just yesterday, a million years ago.
Gratitude
To Captain Nick, for sharing his boat and his knowledge of sailing the ocean, for voicing his doubts, and for guiding us with confidence. Cheers to Nick most of all, for coming up with the idea for the voyage, and making it happen. To Oliver, for cleaning up the stew in the sink that first night at sea, for making meals in the rolling and pitching and bobbing galley, for making noise with pots and pans in the morning to wake me up (it didn’t work on anyone else), for the laughter from an unending stream of jokes, for never being too tired to do the difficult tasks, and for taking the time to make short movies with your unique comments. To Ian for always being on the bow when the sails needed changing in rough seas, for fixing just about everything that needed fixing and then some that didn’t, for the hand drawn pictures, for getting Nick to stop for supplies before we left the Faroes, and for sharing the most positive outlook on the world. To Gaelan for contributions to the unending stream of jokes, for taking the bet and being dive-bombed by hawks on St. Kilda, for being the only 13 year-old on the voyage, and for never complaining, even when we made you drink beer. To Usha, for letting the two men in your life go to sea as never before. To Sean, for keeping abreast of our progress and feeding us the weather forecast when possible. To all those citizens in Clifden who brought tears to my eyes with their warm welcome home at Clifden Harbor on 29 July. To the North Atlantic Ocean, for all the waves and wind, especially off the west coast of Ireland.
Cheers!
Unexpected
18 July 2009. Fuglafjord, Faroe Islands. Teddy is tied up to an industrial pier in a small town. Oliver has been rattling pots and pans in an attempt to wake us. Soon we are having our first cup of morning coffee. Out of the blue, Captain Nick declares, “We must leave now.” We were hoping to walk into town and buy food (anything loaded with protein). Ian and Gaelan jumped up onto the pier and said they would go to the store and return in 20 minutes. There was something odd about Nick’s sudden urgency – beyond grumpy. As Oliver and I tried to debate this strategy of a rapid departure, Nick went down below, and a moment later we felt the rumble of Teddy’s engine starting. It’s safe to say that everyone except Nick was in a state of disbelief, listening to the engine idle. However, we all knew the debate was over. Nick directed Ian and Gaelan to untie the dock lines, and in three minutes we were underway heading south for St. Kilda. About an hour later, I was in the cabin when I felt the boat turning to starboard. I continued rummaging through the galley to find protein in some form other than butter. Then I heard the sound of the sails being taken down. I went up on deck to investigate. Oliver was steering and Nick and Ian were tying down the sails. Our new course was bringing us into another harbor. “That makes two surprises today, and we’ve only been up for three hours,” I remarked to no one in particular. An hour later we were underway again, with a fresh supply of bacon, chicken, ground beef, cream and milk. Now we could leave the Faroe Islands. However, three hours after leaving, we were in rough weather. Maybe one more night in the Faroes would be nice after all. We thought we would try to seek refuge on Sandoy, the southern-most of the islands, and we changed course. After a few hours of pounding into a parade of ugly waves and force 7 winds, we realized that we had been pushed too far south to reach our goal. Again, Captain Nick made a declaration: “we will be safer at sea.” Ian and I looked at each other for an instant. At that moment, we shared the same perspective – that of people who sail boats smaller than 25 feet and generally heed a small-craft advisory. Then, the third surprise came. Without a word or any effort of thinking, Ian and I came to the same conclusion: Nick’s perspective was the only one that mattered, and he had the advantage of being correct – in theory. Silently, I turned the wheel to bring Teddy to a compass heading of 150, and Ian adjusted the sails for our new course – safety would be the water between us and St. Kilda - 300 miles of ocean.
Prehistoric
From the southwest, we approached the island of Vagar in the Faroe Islands. We were treated to the awesome sight of jagged mountains rising from the sea. As we sailed closer, we were all hypnotized by this one mountain, pyramid shaped, standing alone, piercing the surface of the sea. The mountain itself was so steep that it seemed impossible for anyone to even attempt to walk upon it. It was covered with patches of lush, green grass. The peak, high above, was hidden in the clouds, and it seemed that we were seeing a place that no human had ever touched, a mountain formed just yesterday, a million years ago.
Gratitude
To Captain Nick, for sharing his boat and his knowledge of sailing the ocean, for voicing his doubts, and for guiding us with confidence. Cheers to Nick most of all, for coming up with the idea for the voyage, and making it happen. To Oliver, for cleaning up the stew in the sink that first night at sea, for making meals in the rolling and pitching and bobbing galley, for making noise with pots and pans in the morning to wake me up (it didn’t work on anyone else), for the laughter from an unending stream of jokes, for never being too tired to do the difficult tasks, and for taking the time to make short movies with your unique comments. To Ian for always being on the bow when the sails needed changing in rough seas, for fixing just about everything that needed fixing and then some that didn’t, for the hand drawn pictures, for getting Nick to stop for supplies before we left the Faroes, and for sharing the most positive outlook on the world. To Gaelan for contributions to the unending stream of jokes, for taking the bet and being dive-bombed by hawks on St. Kilda, for being the only 13 year-old on the voyage, and for never complaining, even when we made you drink beer. To Usha, for letting the two men in your life go to sea as never before. To Sean, for keeping abreast of our progress and feeding us the weather forecast when possible. To all those citizens in Clifden who brought tears to my eyes with their warm welcome home at Clifden Harbor on 29 July. To the North Atlantic Ocean, for all the waves and wind, especially off the west coast of Ireland.
Cheers!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
From Nick Kats
The Trip was splendid.
Sailing to Iceland developed my confidence as an offshore sailor. Connemara is a rockbound coast with few markers & harbours, and the weather is often intense. My land-bound instincts as a coastal sailor were inappropriate. I needed to learn to enjoy being offshore, and to see the sea as a refuge.
The changing of the nights was neat. We left Clifden shortly after the summer solstice, when the Irish night is 4 hours long and star visibility is poor. With a northing of 2 degrees of latitude a day, the nights rapidly shortened. From the Faroes on there was no night. How small the globe seemed to be! The return trip began well after the solstice. Darkness reappeared much sooner as we went south, and became satisfyingly black. There were 2 nights rich in stars off St. Kilda.
It was a pleasure to learn from an experienced crew. Eric put a reef line on the mainsail and showed me how to reef rapidly. Jan worked out practical setups with the sheets and blocks. Oliver demonstrated the shocking effectiveness of motor-sailing against gale, tide & cross chop rounding Achill Head.
I am now thinking in terms of longer trips. A week at sea gives a range of a thousand miles. This opens a world rich in possibilities. The north offers wilderness and small communities of people. We’ll go north next year.
Sailing to Iceland developed my confidence as an offshore sailor. Connemara is a rockbound coast with few markers & harbours, and the weather is often intense. My land-bound instincts as a coastal sailor were inappropriate. I needed to learn to enjoy being offshore, and to see the sea as a refuge.
The changing of the nights was neat. We left Clifden shortly after the summer solstice, when the Irish night is 4 hours long and star visibility is poor. With a northing of 2 degrees of latitude a day, the nights rapidly shortened. From the Faroes on there was no night. How small the globe seemed to be! The return trip began well after the solstice. Darkness reappeared much sooner as we went south, and became satisfyingly black. There were 2 nights rich in stars off St. Kilda.
It was a pleasure to learn from an experienced crew. Eric put a reef line on the mainsail and showed me how to reef rapidly. Jan worked out practical setups with the sheets and blocks. Oliver demonstrated the shocking effectiveness of motor-sailing against gale, tide & cross chop rounding Achill Head.
I am now thinking in terms of longer trips. A week at sea gives a range of a thousand miles. This opens a world rich in possibilities. The north offers wilderness and small communities of people. We’ll go north next year.
Friday, August 28, 2009
From Sean O'Farrell
This summer's trip to Iceland is a fantastic memory. I crewed on the outward leg which turned out to be quite a pleasure cruise from beginning to end, with light favourable winds and smooth seas.
The highlights for me were seeing the intensity of bird life at Boreray (Scotland), the awesome coastline of The Faeroes and arriving into an incredible fjord in Iceland - jagged mountains, speckled with snow, good cod fishing too.
A thank you to Nick, great adventure. Sean
The highlights for me were seeing the intensity of bird life at Boreray (Scotland), the awesome coastline of The Faeroes and arriving into an incredible fjord in Iceland - jagged mountains, speckled with snow, good cod fishing too.
A thank you to Nick, great adventure. Sean
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
From Jan Kats
Triggered by a string of deaths in the family, a dark pattern of disharmony and events in circumstances had developed into a will of their own which could not be shaken off. It looked as if these circumstances would run their course to the bitter end before I could break free to taste what it was to live life again. The sail reached out, like a helping hand in that smothering void, an opportunity to place myself in a totally different environment with good company and the elements to contend with.
Now, in the healing, reflective calm that comes with the end of such a journey, before the flood waters of daily life churns back, a handful of memories comes to mind.
The sea and sky a study of a hundred shades of gray. A dividing sunburst of blue sky chases through turning the waters momentarily to a hundred shades of blues in the constant play of light and shadow.
Momentary calms of the valleys and rising forever back up over the foam streaked wave to watch the playful flight of gulls flying far below in the shadow of the next advancing mountain range of waves.
A sudden dry taste of fear as the boat drops from under while taking down the genoa and putting up the working jib in the black, spray drenched night.
Sailing into the night as we incrementally leave the northern latitudes of 24 hour sunlight. Hard naps after a shift and waking up in astonishment of the day.
The extremity of five gales kept me on my toes and feeling alive. The boat and captain's abilities far surpassed my expectations. It was bigger sailing than I had ever done making it one of the top adventures of my life. On top of that, the places visited were, to put it mildly, awe inspiring. I would do it again, without hesitation.
Now, in the healing, reflective calm that comes with the end of such a journey, before the flood waters of daily life churns back, a handful of memories comes to mind.
The sea and sky a study of a hundred shades of gray. A dividing sunburst of blue sky chases through turning the waters momentarily to a hundred shades of blues in the constant play of light and shadow.
Momentary calms of the valleys and rising forever back up over the foam streaked wave to watch the playful flight of gulls flying far below in the shadow of the next advancing mountain range of waves.
A sudden dry taste of fear as the boat drops from under while taking down the genoa and putting up the working jib in the black, spray drenched night.
Sailing into the night as we incrementally leave the northern latitudes of 24 hour sunlight. Hard naps after a shift and waking up in astonishment of the day.
The extremity of five gales kept me on my toes and feeling alive. The boat and captain's abilities far surpassed my expectations. It was bigger sailing than I had ever done making it one of the top adventures of my life. On top of that, the places visited were, to put it mildly, awe inspiring. I would do it again, without hesitation.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Eric Ploumis' reflections
Life recalibrating. Sounds a bit extreme, but the trip with Nick and the Ire to Ice crew was remarkable to me. No New York City temptations, no computer, no Blackberry, no cell phone, no three daily papers, 125 daily e-mails, 50 daily phone messages to deal with. Just the solitude of open seas and skies and no itinerary other than to make it safely to our destination. It was a leap of faith for Nick to invite me and an even greater one to allow my inexperienced nephew to join us. I hope we didn't disappoint. Getting to know Nick again and getting to know Sean for the first time was superb. Nick is fearless; Sean a man among men. I just hope I make the cut for next year's adventure.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wrapping up this blog
Now that the trip is over I plan to bring this blog to a close. For me the blog has been an interesting experience. Overall it was well received. The blog has been used by several people to keep in touch with loved ones, although the entry "Leaving The Faroes in a Force 7! " caused some un-intended concern.
Ultimately, I think the sailors should have the last word. Thus I am asking all those who sailed to Iceland or back to Clifden to post a reflection on the trip (perhaps including a photo or two). Sailors, please send me your contributions and I will put them up here.
Regards,
Paul Phelan
Ultimately, I think the sailors should have the last word. Thus I am asking all those who sailed to Iceland or back to Clifden to post a reflection on the trip (perhaps including a photo or two). Sailors, please send me your contributions and I will put them up here.
Regards,
Paul Phelan
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Safe and Sound
The Iceland sailors are safe and sound, having arrived back on schedule at Clifden yesterday (July 30). There was a warm wellcome for the tired but happy sailors as they completed the trip with a pleasant sail from Inishbofin. There was a small party on board in the Bay, followed by a wonderful celebratory dinner in Katherine Lowery's house in nearby Ballinaboy.
Nick, his brother, his nephew, his cousin and Paul are all well and in good spirits, despite the demanding adventure. The most difficult part of the trip was the final few days in Irish waters, when southwesterly gales meant slow progress and sheltering at the Inishkeas (feeding on crabs) and Achill Sound. The stop-over in InishTurk (North) was very enjoyable. Now everybody is having a well-deserved rest.
Nick, his brother, his nephew, his cousin and Paul are all well and in good spirits, despite the demanding adventure. The most difficult part of the trip was the final few days in Irish waters, when southwesterly gales meant slow progress and sheltering at the Inishkeas (feeding on crabs) and Achill Sound. The stop-over in InishTurk (North) was very enjoyable. Now everybody is having a well-deserved rest.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Expected to Arrive Clifden Boat Club 4.45PM Today
I got this text message from Nick Wednesday 29 July 2009 at 14.46:
Eta white lady 4.45. N
A littler earlier Sean texted me to confirm they had left Bofin and are sailing to the Boat Club, Clifden Bay.
Eta white lady 4.45. N
A littler earlier Sean texted me to confirm they had left Bofin and are sailing to the Boat Club, Clifden Bay.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Expected Back in Clifden Late Wednesday Afternoon
I got a call from Sean. He is going in to Inishbofin tomorrow (Wednesday) morning to be picked up by Nick and the Iceland crew to sail the final leg back into Clifden. I don't know for sure, but my guess is they will arrive into the Boat Club/Clifden Bay area around 5ish.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Achill Head rounded; Arriving Clifden Wednesday or Thursday
I got this message from Nick on Monday 27 July 22.49:
P At achill so und south, at pub, guiness grt. Wont b hm til wed earliest. Sw gale tmr. N
This message arrived a littler earlier (21.55):
Hi, just rounded achill head in stiff sw breeze, vy lively. Gng to achill sound south 4 nite. sw gale predictd tmr, may nt arrv til wed? N
P At achill so und south, at pub, guiness grt. Wont b hm til wed earliest. Sw gale tmr. N
This message arrived a littler earlier (21.55):
Hi, just rounded achill head in stiff sw breeze, vy lively. Gng to achill sound south 4 nite. sw gale predictd tmr, may nt arrv til wed? N
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Windbound at The Inishkeas with mackerel sushi & wasabi
I got this text from Nick on Sunday 26 July 20.17:
P. Windbound at inishkea north, gng to inishturk North n its pub tmr, sean may join us. Gd sail frm faroes n st kilda, 2 gales, boat lively n safe. Mackerel sushi n wasabi yday n tday, fab. Peat fire, books, backgammon day as we lie at anchor. N
I had earlier heard from Sean that the sailors are on the approach back to Clifden. On previous days, I had been wondering how the Clifden2Icelanders were getting on (and getting a little concerned).
P. Windbound at inishkea north, gng to inishturk North n its pub tmr, sean may join us. Gd sail frm faroes n st kilda, 2 gales, boat lively n safe. Mackerel sushi n wasabi yday n tday, fab. Peat fire, books, backgammon day as we lie at anchor. N
I had earlier heard from Sean that the sailors are on the approach back to Clifden. On previous days, I had been wondering how the Clifden2Icelanders were getting on (and getting a little concerned).
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Leaving The Faroes in a Force 7!
I received the following message from Nick at 02.58 on July 19:
Leaving Faroes, wind picked up, Force 7 and heavy cross chop Lat 61.20 now. All well. N
Leaving Faroes, wind picked up, Force 7 and heavy cross chop Lat 61.20 now. All well. N
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Back in Vagar Island
Message from Nick 15 July 16.15:
Indulgent day at sandvagur town at vagar island. Surreal land shapes, wild. Salted cod, which we caught in iceland, n potatoes on 4 din. N
Indulgent day at sandvagur town at vagar island. Surreal land shapes, wild. Salted cod, which we caught in iceland, n potatoes on 4 din. N
Return Journey Started Already!
I had no contact for several days until the following message from Nick (14 July 21.45) indicating that the return journey had already started and the sailors were almost back in the Faroes
Paul. In sight faroes. 20 miles west of sandoy island where we wl anchor in a south cove in ths N wind. Left bakkagerthi, iceland, a grt little town, 140 ppl, butifl. Boat did 160 nautical miles per 24 hr fr icelnd w ease. Peat fire on, dryng out clothes n interior. Nic
Paul. In sight faroes. 20 miles west of sandoy island where we wl anchor in a south cove in ths N wind. Left bakkagerthi, iceland, a grt little town, 140 ppl, butifl. Boat did 160 nautical miles per 24 hr fr icelnd w ease. Peat fire on, dryng out clothes n interior. Nic
Friday, July 10, 2009
Heading out of mjoifjordur
Message from Nick on 9 July 12.35:
Rturn crew arrivd in reykjavik dis am. Sun no clouds, heading out of mjoifjordur nw. 3500 ft peaks, hundreds of snowmelt streams cascading into fjord. N
Rturn crew arrivd in reykjavik dis am. Sun no clouds, heading out of mjoifjordur nw. 3500 ft peaks, hundreds of snowmelt streams cascading into fjord. N
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
News From Iceland
Latest message from Sean Tuesday 7 July 21.33:
Hi we r 2 nw. Moved north 2 a narrow fjord mjoifjordur steep sided vdeep water .snow on top .we walk 2 waterfalls nw and climb up a bit. Fishin supurb . People friendly they rarely c yachts here. Sean
I received this text message from Nick on Tuesday 7 July 11.36:
P. Totally indulgent stay in noskapstathur town. Cybercafe w xcelnt cappucino, sauna-spa, post off, supermarket, beer n pool. I need da rest up. Wild rhubarb on 4 bkfast. Adin left yday to hike iceland a wk. Eric lvs tmr, sean fri. New crew arr sat. Ah, toilet blocked. N
This suggests they are at the town of Neskaupstadur, http://www.nat.is/travelguideeng/neskaupsstadur.htm
Also, Sean called me late on Sunday (they day they arrived) from a Cafe in the town where they landed. He said all is well. He told me there is good fishing that Louis Brennan would really like; he caught a large cod and a haddock in just a few minutes!
Hi we r 2 nw. Moved north 2 a narrow fjord mjoifjordur steep sided vdeep water .snow on top .we walk 2 waterfalls nw and climb up a bit. Fishin supurb . People friendly they rarely c yachts here. Sean
I received this text message from Nick on Tuesday 7 July 11.36:
P. Totally indulgent stay in noskapstathur town. Cybercafe w xcelnt cappucino, sauna-spa, post off, supermarket, beer n pool. I need da rest up. Wild rhubarb on 4 bkfast. Adin left yday to hike iceland a wk. Eric lvs tmr, sean fri. New crew arr sat. Ah, toilet blocked. N
This suggests they are at the town of Neskaupstadur, http://www.nat.is/travelguideeng/neskaupsstadur.htm
Also, Sean called me late on Sunday (they day they arrived) from a Cafe in the town where they landed. He said all is well. He told me there is good fishing that Louis Brennan would really like; he caught a large cod and a haddock in just a few minutes!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Iceland Reached Safely
Around noon (Clifden time) Sean was interviewed live on Connemara Community Radio (http://www.connemarafm.com/) by Eamonn McLoughlin (http://www.connemaraproperties.com/). Sean confirmed that all on board are safe and all well after a good sail from the Faroes. He described how they were now making their way up a fjord on the South East side of Iceland; he could see parts of the steep mountain side despite very heavy fog. He said the temperature is only four or five degrees and there is snow on the mountains!
Sean sent me this text at 09.14:
Comin in 2 iceland nw wow its cold s
The first indication that the sailors were approaching their destination was a text message from Nick sent at 08.05 Sunday morning July 5th:
P. Iceland in view. Easy sail fr faroes. Al othrs aslp. Mking coff as she sails herself. N
Sean sent me this text at 09.14:
Comin in 2 iceland nw wow its cold s
The first indication that the sailors were approaching their destination was a text message from Nick sent at 08.05 Sunday morning July 5th:
P. Iceland in view. Easy sail fr faroes. Al othrs aslp. Mking coff as she sails herself. N
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Gales and Rough Seas Forecast
I haven't had any contact from the sailors today, but I have just sent them their weather forecast for The Faeroes and Southeast Iceland:
Easterly 4 or 5, increasing 6 or 7, perhaps gale 8 later in southeast Iceland. Slight or moderate, increasing rough in Southeast Iceland. showers, fog patches. Moderate, occasionally very poor.
I think this forecast should speed them on their way to Iceland, but I hope the gale does not get any stronger.
Easterly 4 or 5, increasing 6 or 7, perhaps gale 8 later in southeast Iceland. Slight or moderate, increasing rough in Southeast Iceland. showers, fog patches. Moderate, occasionally very poor.
I think this forecast should speed them on their way to Iceland, but I hope the gale does not get any stronger.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Leaving the Faroes for Iceland
Text message from Sean 12.16 Friday 3 July: Hi jst leavin fr icland fine day warm no wind yet motoring sean
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Trouble going into Varger Island
Text message from Sean received 17.05 Thursday 2 July: We were in vager island heading fr eysturoy is spactular cliffs 900m
I think the lads will have a bit more craic in the island of Eysturoy the second largest island in the Faroe Islands with a population of 10,000: http://www.framtak.com/eysturoy/ I believe they are still contactable on mobiles.
Sean called me earlier Thursday afternoon (while I was walking at Tully Mountain). He sounded in good form. All is going well despite some difficulty going into a Killary Harbour-like port on the most western Faroe Island (Vager Island?). Visibility was less than 100m due to a calm fog. All was going OK until suddenly the ebbing tide started to cause the boat to spin (apparently the Faroes tides can be very strong). Then to complicate matters further, a strong wind started to come down off the steep mountain side. Nevertheless, the boat was anchored safely and the sailors went ashore. Apparently there wasn't much "craic" on the Island; only a couple of shops and no pub. Sean said that it was bizarre to see young children out catching pollock at midnight and very bright. Sean said they were waiting for the fog to clear before heading for Iceland.
I think there are some photos of Vager Island on http://blue7700.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html
I think the lads will have a bit more craic in the island of Eysturoy the second largest island in the Faroe Islands with a population of 10,000: http://www.framtak.com/eysturoy/ I believe they are still contactable on mobiles.
Sean called me earlier Thursday afternoon (while I was walking at Tully Mountain). He sounded in good form. All is going well despite some difficulty going into a Killary Harbour-like port on the most western Faroe Island (Vager Island?). Visibility was less than 100m due to a calm fog. All was going OK until suddenly the ebbing tide started to cause the boat to spin (apparently the Faroes tides can be very strong). Then to complicate matters further, a strong wind started to come down off the steep mountain side. Nevertheless, the boat was anchored safely and the sailors went ashore. Apparently there wasn't much "craic" on the Island; only a couple of shops and no pub. Sean said that it was bizarre to see young children out catching pollock at midnight and very bright. Sean said they were waiting for the fog to clear before heading for Iceland.
I think there are some photos of Vager Island on http://blue7700.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Approaching The Faroes......
I got a phone call from Sean just before 7PM (Clifden time) on Wednesday 1 July. He sounded great; it has been fair sailing so far with lots of sunshine and moderate (Force 3ish) winds. All are well on board. Sean said they were approaching The Faroe Islands and intending to "head in there for a pint" this evening. The plan is to to spend some time in The Faroes tomorrow, before heading off on the final ~250 mile journey to Iceland. So you can probably contact the sailors on their mobiles for the next day or so!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Becalmed with whales!
Text from satellite phone 29 June 19.16: HI (we are) ON (our) WAY 2 ICLND WAS AT BORERAY INCREDIBLE SHEAR ROCK SKY BLACK WITH GANNETS NOW BCALMD SEA LIKE GLAS SEEN MOR WHALES DOLPHINS SEALS (ends).
See http://www.pbase.com/croftcroyne/st_kilda_archipeligo for good photos of BORERAY
See http://www.pbase.com/croftcroyne/st_kilda_archipeligo for good photos of BORERAY
Monday, June 29, 2009
Message from Saint Kilda
From satellite phone, 28 June 22.24: HI (we are) AT (the Island of Saint) KILDA (It is a) BEAUTIFUL PLACE (The) WATHER (is) NICE (We) EXPLORD 2DAY .WE GO (to) ICLAND 2MOROW .PLS TELL CATHRINE LOWRY, SEAN
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Communications 26 and 27 June; reaching St Kilda (the remotest part of the British Isles: www.kilda.org.uk)
From Satellite phone 27 June 15.46: HI PAUL,THANKS FOR YOUR WEATHER REPORT.WE ARE 35 MILES FROM ST. KILDA. EXPECT TO ARRIVE TONIGHT IF GOOD SAILING CONT. HAVE SEEN PILOT WHALES & DOLPHINS.
On 26 June communications switched from Mobile phone to Satellite phone. After sending several test messages, the following was received from the sailors via Satellite phone (26 June 16.57): GOT IT THANK YOU
On 26 June communications switched from Mobile phone to Satellite phone. After sending several test messages, the following was received from the sailors via Satellite phone (26 June 16.57): GOT IT THANK YOU
Friday, June 26, 2009
SMS Contact on 25th June
The boat left Clifden pier around 07.30 on June 25. Here is a summary of contact with the Clifden-Iceland sailors on that first day:
From Sean 25 June 21.00: Hi (we're near) eagle (Island, Near Erris Head, Co Mayo) is wind light
From Nick 25 June 13.58: (We are) Passing achill head n(o)w. (It is) Splendid
From Sean 25 June 13.51: (We are) Passin(g) achill h(ea)d n(o)w s(ean)
From Sean 25 June 09.59: (We are) at bofin n(o)w keep in touch sean
From Sean 25 June 21.00: Hi (we're near) eagle (Island, Near Erris Head, Co Mayo) is wind light
From Nick 25 June 13.58: (We are) Passing achill head n(o)w. (It is) Splendid
From Sean 25 June 13.51: (We are) Passin(g) achill h(ea)d n(o)w s(ean)
From Sean 25 June 09.59: (We are) at bofin n(o)w keep in touch sean
Introduction
This Blog aims to provide updates on the progress of the Clifden-Iceland-Clifden sailing trip being undertaken by Nick Katz and colleagues. Sean O’Farrell of Clifden is with Nick for the Clifden-Iceland leg, along with two American friends. They are sailing in a twin-masted 40 foot boat made over 100 years ago in Norway.
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