Up The Creek Again
Winter has gone, Spring is here, and we’ve just got started on a new chapter in our adventures.
On Thursday I said goodbye to Gail as she headed back up country for a few weeks, she’s got friends and family to see and she’s selling her car while she’s up there, when she comes back down it’ll just be us and ‘Gleda’, free to move wherever we choose. It was hard seeing my first mate drive away but we both know it’s just another step along the path we’ve chosen. I’ve got plenty to keep my occupied while she’s gone and she’ll be back before I know it.
After she’d gone I picked up some last minute provisions, walked back along the pontoons for the last time, untied a few ropes and was soon motoring down river into Falmouth Harbour. Once into the Carrick Roads I had to plug into a fresh South Easter for a couple of miles over St Just Pool on the Roseland side where I knew it would be sheltered. I dropped the hook and got the kettle on then sat in the pod with a cuppa enjoying the view and breathing in the fresh air. After 6 months ‘inland’ with the traffic noise and dirty air it felt good to have escaped.
After a week of calm weather things had become a little unsettled and with that in mind I’d decided to take ‘Gleda’ back up into Messack Creek where we’d spent the last days of Summer last year. Not only would I be tucked away safe and sound but I could scrub off the hulls and get some fresh anti-foul slapped on. I’m incredibly grateful to Ben and Alex for once again allowing us to use their idyllic hideaway. The tides meant it was evening before I could get the dinghy up the creek to lay an anchor and tie some lines to the trees and by the time I’d done it, got back to ‘Gleda’ and motored her round it was nearly dark.
I picked up the buoyed lines without any problem and then spent a while adjusting and laying out some additional lines. It was pitch black and completely silent save for the occasional haunting cry of a curlew and the distant chime of the Church bell. What a contrast to the 24/7 noise and light of the marina.
By the time I turned in I was knackered and slept like a log.
Friday morning dawned bright and sunny, whatever the wind may have been doing out in the Roads I was immune to it at Messack, After a good breakfast and with a falling tide I pulled on the wellys, grabbed the deck scrubber and spent the next 3 hours scrubbing 6 months of slime and weed off the hulls. It was hard work but rewarding. I had a couple of curious onlookers watching me from the gate while I worked.
I can’t tell you how good it feels to be here, the trials and tribulations of the last six months are already a fast fading memory, from the deck I can see the lambs prancing about in the field, the warm air is filled with the smells of wild primroses and wild garlic, there are hints of green beginning to appear on the trees and as I write this at 8:30 pm there is still some light outside.
The photo’s below give some flavour of the location.
Over the coming days I’ll throw myself into my jobs list so that when Gail returns we’ll be able to start sailing again without delay. We both need to get used to the sea again, we both need to become sailors again….. I can’t wait.