Wayward Winds
As I struggled on the foredeck to hank on the no 2 jib, I cursed myself quite loudly. My first mistake had been to believe the forecast of force 4 on the beam, so leaving the heavy sail below. It was now force 5, nearly on the nose. My second mistake was not to change into boots and jacket before going forward, but I knew that we would soon round another point into more exposed waters. So I got a bit wet and a bit annoyed. The early dawn view of "Fair Head" might have made me think twice, soon after leaving Ballycastle, but back then the seas were still quiet and we were doing 10+ knots with the tide.
The wind came and went, as did the no 2 jib, genoa and engine, but we made a fast 40 mile passage to Bangor, arriving before midday.
After an afternoon snooze (we are getting old for these early morning starts) we went off to find a new restaurant for the evening. However, since we hadn't booked anywhere, we ended up back in Bokhara, our favorite Indian, and had another delicious meal.
After a night in Bangor, another early start and we motored down the coast of Northern Ireland, dropping anchor in Knocknelder Bay to wait out a foul tide, then sailed onwards another 10 miles with gentle winds behind and the the genoa poled out, to anchor in Coney Island Bay, where we spent a peaceful night.
The forecast for Saturday 27th August was for light northerly winds. This would mean that a passage to the South would enjoy endless rolling and slamming sails (I hate slamming sails, I can feel the shocks stretching them and wearing them out!). So, a change of plan and we headed East to the Isle of Man, motor-sailing with the main and sometimes genoa, in near calm conditions. Rosie made some more bread.
Visibility was brilliant and we could see the Isle of Man from Northern Ireland, 40 miles away.



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