*Title accredited to Bruce McLaren and Brent Esler
On the day of our departure to start the long passage across The Atlantic, we ate breakfast outside and talked about what lay ahead of us. Neither of us were nervous, just excited about starting the biggest challenge of our journey so far and we, and the boat, felt ready. We had prepared several meals which would be easy to heat up or eat cold during the first few days on passage so we could get used to being at sea again. At 9.30am we pulled up the anchor and headed out of Mindelo Bay, leading a flotilla of other yachts who were also leaving to start their crossing, which gave us even more confidence in our decision to go on that day. We pulled up the main sail while in the shelter of the protected harbour, thinking that, apart from shortening the sails, we may not be taking them down again until we reach our destination in 14-20 days time.
It seemed appropriate to be starting our passage on our second wedding anniversary so we celebrated with cake as we slowly left Cape Verde behind us, enjoying a gentle sail with the wind on our beam (side). The sea was calm, the sky blue and that night we had a full moon to light up the flat sea as we headed south west.
The forecast was for light winds for the rest of the week with a dead spot forming over the weekend, so we continued on our course south to try and pick up more wind. For the first few days we were in the company of a few boats, but seldom physically saw them, just their location on AIS (our GPS instruments) and always radioed them to have a quick talk. We noticed an Aussie boat we had seen, but not met, in Mindelo coming up behind us, so called them on the radio and had a good talk to them. As soon as our call finished we heard the dulcet tones of Iain on Ruffian calling us. They were not showing on AIS as they were still too far away, but had heard us chatting on the radio. We then, amazingly, continued to sail in their company for the next four days as they headed to Suriname and us to Grenada.
We have a Single Side Band (SSB) radio which, different to the standard VHF radio which all yachts are required to have on board, the SSB allows us to talk to other users who are much further away from us. While in Cape Verde we were able to talk to a friend over 1500NM from us, so the SSB is very useful when on a long passage and we had set up a daily schedule to talk with others also crossing the Atlantic. Once we were out of VHF contact with any other boats, the regular schedules were our only opportunity to talk to anyone else, so became something we looked forward to each night, while we all tracked each others progress and heard their boat news.
Steve and I soon developed a routine around sleeping and cooking. Steve took the first watch from 2000hrs to 2300hrs while I slept and then we would play tag team all night, sleeping every 3hrs. This worked out well and suited us, with both of us taking a nap during the day to make up for any lost sleep. I had, what I considered to be, the best watch from 5-8am when I watched the sky slowly change from black to grey and then blue as the millions of bright stars slowly faded as the sky lightened. Watching the sun slowly creep above the horizon and the blue of the ocean and sky intensify as the western horizon turn to orange and red as the blazing sun slowly became visible and rose into the clearing skies was a wonderful way to welcome each day. The wind tended to increase a little at night and the seas flatten out, so often our best speeds were achieved after dark, so as the sun came up the wind dropped away a little and the waves picked up.
Cooking was normally done in bulk. On calm days it was much easier to prepare food than if you are being thrown around the galley, so we made the most of the flat seas and prepared three or four dinners which we stowed in our big chiller until they were needed. This worked really well, particularly when we were taken by surprise one early evening when a thunder and lightning storm developed in front of us with winds increasing from 8knts to 30knots in a matter of seconds. We had seen the ominous looking dark clouds forming in front of us so altered our course to try and avoid the lightning that started flashing in the distance. I had seen something similar a few years ago when sailing with my sister, Bea, and Andy in Croatia, so knew the worse of what could happen. We reefed the main, even though there was still no wind, shut all the hatches and stowed all electronics in the microwave. As we watched the storm develop on our radar screen, we noticed lots of other pockets of weather developing all around us and on going up on deck and seeing the lightning all around us, realised we had no escape. The sea changed dramatically and turned grey in colour with flattened out waves, resembling a beautiful liquid satin under the heavy dark skies. Fortunately I had just taken control of the wheel from Hilda, the hydrovane, when we were struck by the first squall. I hand steered as Steve scanned the radar looking for an exit path for us to get away from the fast moving pockets of storm. In the middle of all this, he fed me pieces of pizza, prepared earlier and the perfect “fast” food to eat while handsteering through strong wind and heavy rain!
Before leaving Mindelo we had stocked up on fresh fruit and vegetables, knowing from past experience what lasts best. Our chiller, bilge and hammock was full of pumpkin, cabbage, courgettes, apples, bananas, oranges, unripe avocado, carrots, courgettes, papaya, tomato, potatoes, onions, chillis and watermelon. We ate the fruit that would not last first, so ran out of Papaya quickly, but as the bananas were a mixture of green and almost ripe, we were still eating them 16 days after starting our passage. Everything else lasted really well and remained fresh, finishing the last of the courgettes on arriving in Grenada.
We stayed busy each day with regular boat checks – ensuring there was no new wear and tear or breakages. This included inspecting the deck for screws, broken pieces or evidence of wearing/change. The biggest issue on a long passage is chafing – ropes or items constantly rubbing together until they eventually break. We could check at deck level, but not further up the mast, so every day we loosened or tightened the sails a little, just to ensure the halyards (ropes holding the sails up) were not rubbing through. We also cleared the decks of any flying fish each morning which, attracted by the cabin lights, may have unwittingly jumped on board during the night. We regularly checked the engine, generator, sails and other equipment for any changes or wear and tear. We had serviced the engine ourselves prior to departing Mindelo, so knew we had covered the basics but, as we were not intending to use the engine much during the passage, we wanted to make sure it would start when we needed it on arrival at our destination. The stores needed to be checked every day too. As we were about to leave Cape Verde, I discovered some nuts I had bought at a market were infested with little bugs. We had been so careful to try and avoid bugs getting on the boat by removing all paper labels on tins, not having any cardboard boxes on board, transferring eggs into boxes we knew were free of cockroach eggs and separating out flour and rice so if one store gets infected, they don’t all have to be disposed of. Fortunately our infestation seemed contained but we put down lots of traps and regularly checked all the food containers for evidence of bugs. Steve also let me have another go at cutting his hair as he figured if I did a terrible job again, it would be grown out by the time we met anyone else. Fortunately I redeemed myself and gave him a cut he was happy with!
It constantly amazed me how strong boats and sails need to be. The huge amount of pressure the hull, rigging and sails have to endure is incredible. When a gust of wind hits the sails, everything goes taut and, in the case of the sails, can bang as the force of the pressure hits them and the sheets (lines) tighten. The rigging keeps the mast from bending and moving while the hull holds the pressure of the mast and rigging. As the boat bangs down a wave, you can feel the boat shake and strain but we never had any doubt in her strength and what she is capable of.
We didn’t have much luck fishing. We did manage to hook a big fish and we both got excited when we heard the fishing rod spool unravelling at speed. I jumped up and, unable to lock the spool, decided to grab the fishing line which resulted in my finger being sliced quite deeply. The sight of a big angry fish leaping in our wake spurred us on, but sadly our line broke and the fish won that battle, sort of. It does now have a rubber fish in it’s mouth and is trailing a long line of nylon line but, as Steve said, it could ‘ve had a worse day and ended up on our dinner plate. We had one other successful hook, but again the fish got away before we could land it. The rest of our fishing attempts ended with us just catching weed and, as the amount of floating weed increased dramatically, we gave up putting the line out.
Yellow floating sargasso forms large islands of weed in the Atlantic. It surprised us how much of it there was and we had to keep clearing our hydrovane rudder of the long strands. We were informed the amount of weed had increased dramatically due to the sea getting warmer due to Global Warming. If someone can come up with a good use for this weed, they would make a fortune! We also started noticing pink and purple things in the water and, at first, were unsure if they were animal, vegetable or mineral. It later transpired they were Portuguese Men of War jellyfish and what we were seeing was their “Sail” that sits above the surface of the water and allows them to easily get blown across the ocean. Ingenious!
On day 10 we found the trade winds. The trade winds blow from the NE and usually bring 15-20 knots of wind. We had hoped to have these winds all the way from Cape Verde but our crossing was particularly light and others, who had crossed before, commented on the unusually flat seas and lack of wind. Our spirits lifted along with our speed and we enjoyed the last week of our passage cruising at a comfortable 6-7 knots in a constant breeze which meant we set the sails, set up the hydrovane and let the boat take care of itself while we did other things. This meant we could go for days without changing our course or adjusting the sails. As we entered our second week at sea we started a sweepstake on date and time of arrival and when we would see our first boat on AIS. Steve was more optimistic than me but as the days ticked by and the distance reduced dramatically, I started to believe that Steves prediction of a Friday daytime arrival was achievable and we became focused on getting the boat to perform at her best, covering over 150NM each day.
On day 15 we were contacted on the radio by another boat which we were passing over 5 miles away and hadn’t noticed. They were a kiwi boat called Sunflower who were also heading for Grenada. Fortunately Steve answered the radio call, as Sunflower were really pleased to hear a “real” kiwi accent! They were making slower progress than us under reduced sails as they had torn a sail in bad weather while on passage so we were soon well ahead of them, although we hope to catch up with Phil and Helen (from Christchurch) in Grenada.
When we were about 300NM from land we started being more vigilant on our watches As we had seen very little activity over the previous two weeks we had become a little casual about keeping a looking out for other shipping, relying on the alarms we had on our instruments to tell us if other boats were nearby, but now the amount of commercial ships crossing our path was starting to increase and many small and fishing boats, don’t use AIS. There was one scary moment when, still over 200NM from land, a small motorboat came into view. They were within a mile of us, which is very close, and then suddenly altered course towards us. The closest land to us was Trinidad and we had just been reading a 15yr old cruising guide which warned of pirates operating off the coast of the island, so I once again jumped into my “this is not a drill” mode while Steve shook his head in despair of me. The boat came close to us – within 300m – and continued on its path east but made no attempt to contact us or come out on deck to acknowledge we were even there. We both agreed it was strange behaviour and I had to do something about my lack of faith in human nature!
We had one final gybe to do so we could alter course for Grenada. As we gybed the vang (holds the boom down), which had been making funny noises for most of the passage, broke. Our options were to drop the main, but this would mean we would slow down considerably, or find a solution to prevent the main sail from lifting up. We decided to do the latter and jury rigged a vang system which could get us through the night. We had already decided to remove the vang and service it as we were concerned about the stress noises, so we were not too fazed when it broke. We put two reefs in the main and one in the jib as a precaution and headed for Grenada.
We enjoyed our penultimate night on passage in perfect conditions as we made fast progress with Hilda performing magnificently again, keeping perfect track as we drew closer to land. As it got light Steve and I were continually scanning the horizon for the first sight of land in 17 days as our path took us within 30NM of the small island of Tobago. At 2pm on Thursday when we were 40NM from the small island, we got our first sighting of land. I can’t describe the huge sense of achievement and joy that flooded through me. I stood for a long while on deck, mesmerized by the faint outline of land in the distance and thought about our amazing two weeks at sea to get here. We had done it. We had sailed to The Caribbean and achieved a lifetime dream which I stubbornly always believed I would do one day.
Sailing across the Atlantic has been everything and more that we had imagined it would be. We both agree that, apart from our incredible children, this experience has been both of our greatest life achievement to date and we are already starting to think about our next major passage in 13 months time when we cross the Pacific, but there are lots of adventures, learnings, discoveries and new friendships to be made before that as we start the next year exploring The Caribbean. For now our next challenge is to check in to Grenada as we try and talk our way around the prickly issue of why we did not have a PCR test done before leaving Cape Verde – a requirement for all those arriving in Grenada…….
Footnote:
In sport, players are often given Most Valued Player (MVP) Awards, Here are our nominations for the MVP’s that shone on this passage:
- Hilda The hydrovane – what an amazing piece of kit! Easy to set up and a power-free way to steer the boat while following the wind. We often set it and then didn’t touch it for days while Hilda sailed the boat for us. It meant we didn’t use precious battery power, particularly at night, and we knew that if the wind changed direction, Hilda would adapt and steer us on the right course.
- Comfort Seats – we purchased these chairs while in Portugal at significant expense, but they have been worth every penny. We use them every night on watch and every day when we’re outside. If they get wet they dry out quickly, dirty they clean easily and the sun has not faded the fabric. We can adjust the back and move them around the boat if we want to have sundowners on the bow. Best investment we made since leaving UK!
- Louie, the lighter – ok, confession time! We had three lighters we used to light the gas cooker. Before leaving Cape Verde we discussed how good the lighters had been and we needed to get some spare ones. Steve went out in search of some and came back with two boxes of matches (we’re both a little confused why he only bought two boxes….). We stowed the matches away in a dry place as an emergency. Two days into our passage, two of our lighters failed and the other lighter was an unknown quantity as we hadn’t used it and didn’t know its history as it came with the boat. We calculated we could use four matches a day if Louie failed us and then made sure we limited the number of times we used Louie to try and extend her life. This meant some planning around food preparation so we could co-ordinate the use of the lit ring and oven! She never failed us, lighting first time, every time and became a treasured member of our crew! Love you Louie!
- The crew! We worked together really well with seldom a cross word but lots of encouragement, discussion, joint decisions and confidence in each other and the decisions we made. There aren’t many couples who could stand spending 24hrs in each others company let alone 17 days in isolation in a small boat! We did it and loved it, enjoying every step of the incredible journey we shared together. Steve won the player of the match award when he climbed the mast 1000NM from land, to retrieve a lost line.
- The boat – there’s hardly a day goes by where we don’t comment on how lucky we were to find Cerulean. She really is the perfect boat for us and for crossing oceans. She has kept us safe and comfortable, and sailed beautifully both downwind and on a reach. When the boat was built there was no expense spared in the quality of the products used and we are reaping the benefits of those decisions made by Peter, who commissioned Cerulean over 25 years ago.