Then We’re off!! At last!! ( wind info too)(and pics)

We leave our mooring at last. As we left we could hear the Marina on the radio noticing that a boat called Sea Dew was leaving and we heard the words ‘I Like’ too. So… to practice my non existent radio skills I got on the radio:-

”Lefkas marina Lefkas marina Lefkas marina this is yacht I like yacht I like yacht I like over”

”Yacht I like this is Lefkas marina go ahead over”

”Lefkas marina this is I like  please be advised that we have changed the name to Sea Dew and that we are leaving the marina over”

”Yacht Sea Dew thank you for advising us and have a safe journey over”

”Thank you, Sea Dew out”

There…!!! Not bad I thought!! Not so scary. I could hear him clearly which is always my worry. 

So we sailed- getting the sails out gets easier. Simon tells me which rope to pull or ease and I do it. I’m learning. 

Sailing is good, but you need wind. The wind came and went, the sails were in and out, the iron sail was used(engine!), later the wind disappeared altogether. I’m also learning to judge the wind by looking at the water. If it looks all calm and pretty like a millpond, that’s a bad thing.

 A frisson of a ripple means about storm force 1, no good for sailing. 

A few ripples is a 2, 

a bit choppy is a 3, 

the odd white cap is 4, 

more white caps is 5 

lots and lots is 6, 

that’s about as far as I want to go with sailing. Any stronger means ”get into a port soonest’!!.

We motored quite a lot,  I had a snooze!! The we reached Messalonghi. On the way in, there was a channel marked canal, leading boats in. On the lhs, there were old fishermans huts on stilts that are now holiday lets. They looked really interesting. Reminded me of the huts on the Maldives(not that I’ve been there)(yet!). 

We reached the town quay fully prepared to moor stern to, or alongside. In the event, there was plenty of room and we went stern to. As it was not a Marina there were no Lazy lines and so, we used our anchor. So – Simon backed towards the quay, I dropped the anchor (when he signaled using the Windlass- it’s a remote controlled anchor but you have to be up front and stand over it, looking), – Simon reversed until we bumped the quay gently with our big ballon fenders, I took in the slack of the anchor till I could see the chain was taught. Simon threw the mooring ropes to some very helpful ladies on the quay ( there always seems to be someone) ( always help a boat that you can see wants to moor. You only have to catch a rope and put it around the mooring post, at least twice round. ) ( or once round then throw the rope back on board), I arrived back to the cockpit to collect the ropes from the helpful ladies and figure of 8 ed them round the cleat. Then I went back to the anchor and with the windlass, made it pull the boat a little away from the quay. So we’re pulling the boat on the anchor. We then checked the mooring ropes and bobs your uncle, where’s the gin and tonics!!! 

Now for some pics hopefully:- 

The one above was supposed to be below. This thing has a mind of its own! Taken from our boat towards the village. 

The one below shows us moored up near the tavern,  which looks very nice with a little canal or pool running around part of it. We ate on board. Roast lamb ribs, roast potatoes and roasted veg, all in the same tin as I only have one shelf in my very small oven. It was delicious. And some wine. 

I hope you are getting all this Jackie? I’ll expect the ladies to be experts on sailing when I come back. I’ll be testing them!! ‘When is a sheet not a bedcover?’!  for instance. Best wishes to you all at Grove House xx

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