The Salty Dawg Rally

Welcome Boatblog® fans,

 And in this instalment we bring you the Salty Dawg Diaries,

It’s been quite a tough crossing, what with dodging hurricanes, becalmings and strong headwinds, but we got here about one in the morning last night.

So we are now officially “Salty Dawgs!”

Monday 2nd

We’re all ready to go, but have just heard that our departure is to be postponed, possibly until Thursday and maybe even next week. The weather forecast is not looking great; indeed it’s pelting down with rain right now, so we’ll just sit it out until weather guru Chris Parker gives us the green light. 
 Delayed departure
ALL DRESSED UP, AND NO PLACE TO GO – sitting it out in Hampton VA waiting for the storms to pass
Which comes sooner than we expected. Chris Parker says tomorrow is a ‘Go.’ We go to bed early ready for a departure at first light. 
Tuesday 3rd
And it’s a great start to the rally. A nice beam reach means the going is fast and comfortable. It’s raining, but that’s ok. The wind is good and the sea not too high, and it won’t be long till we reach the Gulf Stream.
Which is when everything starts to change.
As the sun goes down, the wind veers to the south, which is not so good as it puts us on a beat. (Note to our landlubbers friends:- ‘Beating to windward’ is when the wind is coming from where you want to go, and you get involved in tacking and all that palaver. The boat is tipped over so it can be quite uncomfortable. It’s fun and exciting for a short while, but hard work. We don’t know why it’s called a beat, but it’s probably because the crew and boat both take a beating. If it’s not that, it should be.)
 Pretty tippy
Wednesday 4th
We’ve been crossing the Gulf Stream all night and it has been choppy and uncomfortable, beating into strong wind, big seas, and torrential rain. It’s very dark with no moon at all, and we are cold, wet, and miserable.
Other boats have been struggling too. One called – somewhat ironically – Trouble, called the US coastguard out because it was taking on water. This of course led to lots of ridiculous mayday messages between the nearby boats and the rescue helicopter. “We’re looking for Trouble,” and that sort of thing.  Another boat was forced to turn back because its mainsail ripped. 
No let up from the weather. Still cold and we’re still beating, but at least it has stopped raining.
Pretty Cold
We had a bit of a disaster. A particularly strong gust broke the lazyjacks on one side making it difficult to lower the sail. Ju, Mr Incredible, has managed to lash it down for now, but we may need to live with the third reef in for the rest of the trip. Not a problem at the moment with the winds as strong as they are, but it may slow us down later. 
Some time ago, our Scottish friends, Stuart and Anne (Yes, the very  Stuart who led us to victory in the Heineken Regatta. As of the time of writing, Domini  remains undefeated in high level International competition.) taught us a new word. The adverb, “scunnered.” As in ‘To be scunnered.’ It means something like ‘fed up,’ or ‘hacked off,’ but these English expressions don’t really do it justice. To appreciate the full power of this word, it is no good saying it with a Home Counties accent. You need to imagine it as being said by a Scot.  
Picture if you will, a cold winter’s night in the middle of Glasgow. An inviting glow of a light beckons you to a local tavern, where you enjoy a few quiet pints round the fire. Perhaps a wee dram or two to round off a perfect evening, You espy a local and decide to engage him in conversation, and so you venture to enquire after your new Glaswegian friend’s health. He replies, “I’m completely scunner’d ya wee gob**ite. Now **** off.”
Perhaps now dear reader, you can appreciate the true majesty of this fine Scottish word. We encourage you to use it whenever possible so it may achieve the universality it deserves.
And it’s how we feel right now. We’ve been beating for what seems like forever. it’s cold. It’s raining. The seas are tossing us all over the place. Every time we go up on the foredeck to do something we get completely drenched. We’re wearing so many clothes, we look like the Michelin Man and can’t put our arms down by our sides, let alone move about and do anything.
We’re – there’s no other way to put it – scunner’d!
Thursday 5th
The wind has died down a bit, and so have the seas, so although it’s slower, it’s more pleasant. We’re fighting a pretty impressive current though, so must still be in the Gulf Stream. 
Lyn has come up with an ingenious solution to the problem of the broken lazyjacks. We manage to jury rig something using the spinnaker halyard and so we are once again able to use full sail. 
Lazyjacks repair
LAZYJACKS’ REPAIR – Hooray for Lyn! 
But the really good news is that we have made quite a bit of distance south, and it is now too warm for trousers, let alone full oilskins. We get out our shorts for the first time in months, and decide to wear our official OCC* polo shirts.
*OCC = Old Codgers’ Club
 Ju OCC T shirt
If all else fails, Lyn can always get a job on a superyacht.
 Hostess Lyn 2
Woo woo. Caribbean here we come!
Friday 6th
We get news of possible tropical storm, so we tack east in the hope of avoiding it. We are now racing towards a safety line that Chris Parker tells us should be out of the danger area if it does indeed develop into a hurricane.
The cover has blown off the dinghy. Fortunately all those years working in the theatre weren’t completely wasted. Ju knows that there is NOTHING that can’t be repaired with gaffer tape. 
Saturday 7th

More beating to get out of the danger zone. It feels like we’ve been beating since we started and it’s pretty exhausting.
The scunnerometer is high. 
With us being tipped up so much, it’s hard to eat without all the food falling on the floor. Fortunately we have our hi tech non-slip marine eating platforms on board.
 Dog Bowls
 THE LATEST IN MARINE GRADE NON-SLIP TABLEWARE –  also available at your local pet shop. 
But we know we’re in the middle of the ocean, because in the morning the decks are strewn with flying fish.
Flying Fish
And we’ve clocked up 10,000 miles on the ground log since we left Southampton. (That’s the number in the bottom left hand corner.)
Ground Log 10 000
Sunday 8th
And now it’s time for the calm after the storm.
Calm at last
We had to motor all day – or as us sailors say, ‘We hoisted the Iron Sail.’ But eventually the wind picked up and we had great night sail. Still beating, but the seas have died down so it’s not so rough. And at last we are actually heading in the direction of the Virgins, and not tacking all over the place in an effort to make some headway South and East. 
In the picture below, the straight yellow lines are the ones we wanted to take.
A long way round
The black wonky line is what we’ve actually done.
Monday 9th

The possible tropical storm now has a name – Hurricane Kate, so it was a good job we headed east when we did. It was a bit of a close call, but fortunately we seem to have skirted round it. We still get quite a few squalls though.
Using both his extensive knowledge of the movement of the stars and planets acquired during his celestial navigation training, and his iPhone app, Ju is pleased to inform our readers that the white dot just above the cloud is Jupiter. 
Tuesday 10th
And now, for no very good reason, a series of pictures by Ju, who does the watch when the sun comes up, called “Pictures of the Morning.”
Pictures of the Morning 1
Pictures of the Morning 2
Picture Of The Morning 4
Wednesday 11th. 
 The wind has died and looks like being this way for the next 36 hours at least. So we’re motoring. Now the worry is whether or not we have enough fuel.
 Refuelling at sea
Thursday 12th
A completely moonless night, so the stars shone even more brightly than normal and right down to the horizon. Ju kept mistaking stars for boats, and was considering taking avoiding action in case he collided with Sirius. Lyn got this amazing picture of Jupiter on her watch, which was so bright it was like the moon reflecting on the sea.  
Jupiter 1
The winds are still avoiding us, but should build as we get south of parallel 22N. Little to report, but there is only enough fuel to last us till midnight tonight. 
Friday 13th
Oh no – Friday 13th!
Not that sailors are superstitious.
The wind finally picked up, about 6 hours before our fuel ran out! So we won’t have to do what sailors do when they are becalmed; pointlessly re-trim the sails, drink the grog, and talk about which one of the crew they are going to eat first.
And so we kept going to the Bitter End…
Bitter End
THE BITTER END – British Virgin Islands
….and now we’re here it all seems worth it. Turquoise waters, warm enough to swim in, Painkiller cocktails, and of course, the sun.
Thanks to all at the Salty Dawg Rally. Especially Tatja for tracking us, Chris for the weather and for keeping us out of the way of the hurricane, and of course Bill and Linda for organising it all.
Gotta go…we have a ton of repairs to do. As they say, cruising is just boat maintenance in nice places.
Ju & Lyn
Salty Dawgs

Salty Dawg Tracking Information

Hello Boatbloggers,

As you probably know by now, we are about to set sail on the Salty Dawg Rally, from Hampton Virginia, to the British Virgin Islands. It’s about 1,300 miles, and should take about ten days.

If you want, you can track our progress in a number of ways. 

The first is the Delorme Inreach. You can get to that with this link:-

This has the advantage that as well as seeing where we are, you can also send us text messages. Just click on the “message” icon. Feel free to message away. It’s always good to hear from landlubbers (or even sailors) when we’re out in the middle of no-where.


You can got to the Salty Dawg website

Go to the drop down menu, “Fall Rally,” and select “Follow the fleet.” And it will take you to a map of everyone who is doing the rally. It would be optimistic to say we’ll be somewhere near the front, but hopefully we won’t be right at the back!

Happy tracking!

Ju & Lyn

Salty Dawgs

Domini 4

Back to Virginia

Hi y’all Boatbloggers ® and welcome back to another exciting episode of The Boatblog.

This edition is coming to you live from Hampton, Virginia where we are preparing for another major crossing. This time back to the British Virgin Islands, which is about 1,250 miles away as the shark swims, and a little bit longer if you have to tack and gybe because of the wind. Details of how to follow our epic voyage will be announced in the next blog.

We left New York in the middle of September and headed down the East Coast to Cape May. It was a pretty horrible trip – the wind was on our nose and the tide against us for most of the time, so poor old Domini was slamming up and down like a bucking bronco with fleas. But we made it, and spent a couple of days there before heading up the Delaware Bay, through the C & D canal, and into The Chesapeake.

By now we realise it was time to change our flag. The Red Ensign that we so proudly fly as members of the British Merchant Fleet had turned orange in the sun and looked like something left over from the Battle of Trafalgar.

Orange Ensign


Red Ensign

RED ENSIGN – Or the Red Duster as ye olde salts call it.

Then we went down to the Sassafrass River in the Chesapeake Bay.

Sassafrass Sunset

It was when we were anchored there that we got the sad news that Ju’s dad had died, so we flew back home as quickly as we could.


RIP Pa. We love you.

While we were back in England, the eclipse of the Red Moon happened, and Ju stayed awake to watch it, and took photos in case there weren’t enough being taken already.

Red Moon

We’re not sure that NASA will need this, but if they do we have plenty of others.

When we got back to the States after Pa’s funeral, it was time for the Annapolis Boat Show. It’s a Park & Ride set up, and they take you there in those little yellow school buses that you see in all the movies.

School Bus

LYN & STUART trying to pass as teenagers.

They are great, except that they’re obviously designed for school kids, so you can hardly get your knees in between the seats. Very tricky for the larger adult, of which there are quite a few in Annapolis.

They had the actual America’s Cup at the show.

 The America s Cup

Hopefully it won’t be too long before you don’t have to go to America to see it. Come on Sir Ben!

We bought a new anchor at the boat show. Which seemed like a good idea till Ju found out how heavy it was. 44lbs to be precise, and it’s not much fun carrying that round a show and then onto a school bus.

Still, those of you who know about these things will recognise it as a Spade Anchor, and will no doubt be saying to yourselves, “Those two really know what they’re doing. No longer just rookie sailors – these guys are pros.”

The Spade

SPADE ANCHOR – The connoisseur’s choice

But it’s starting to get a bit cold. Not cold by English standards, but Ju has had to resort to putting his jeans on. Yes – it has come to that. There is definitely an autumn nip in the air.

Autumn In The Chesapeake


So we decided to put the conservatory up.

The Conservatory

Looks a bit odd, but keeps you warm. (That’s the conservatory of course, not Lyn.)

And now here we are in Hampton VA. Our friend and legendary theatre director, David Taylor came up to visit and we went to colonial Williamsburg.


…where we found out how nicely the British treated the colonials, and why they declared Independence.

In The Stocks  Williamsburg

But now alas we must leave you, because we are getting Domini ready for the Salty Dawg Rally to the BVI (, and there is much to do. 

Look out for our next instalment live from the Caribbean.


Ju & Lyn

Salty Dawgs


Back To New York and Back

Welcome back to the latest edition of The Boatblog ® 

Since we left you last month in Newport, Rhode Island, we have travelled over 7,000 nautical miles. Which would be impressive, but 6,800 of them were with Virgin Airlines – but more of that later.

We were persuaded by our friends from the Ocean Cruising Club, Bill & Laurie Balme on Toodleoo to join them in Nantucket, which they promised us was like Martha’s Vineyard on steroids. it was quite a long sail, but having had our bottom scraped in Newport (ooh missus), and with the tide in our favour, we averaged nearly 9 knots over ground. Which for a cruiser is olympic standard. A Nantucket sleigh ride, as they say over here. 

And well worth the trip it was too. This is Nantucket harbour from the roof of the whaling museum.

Overlooking Nantucket

…and this is with Bill and Laurie.

With Bill  Laurie

We spent a day cycling round the island which was fun.

Nantucket Cycling

Alas, all too soon, it was time to leave. But where to next?

Where to next

So many places, so little time. We decided on Block Island, just the other side of Martha’s Vineyard.

The Bluffs Block Island

Climbing down The Bluffs on Block Island. The pictures of us climbing back up The Bluffs aren’t so smiley.

In fact we were so knackered we needed to go to the world famous Oars Bar to recover.

The Oars

World famous for it’s “Mudslides,” which are cocktails with an almost lethal alcohol content. Much fun was had trying to get back into the dinghy.

They like to celebrate strange numbers of years of living on Block Island. This stone was to commemorate 250 years since the first settlers arrived. Latin scholars will know this as the tercentennial. 

Settler s Rock

And a hundred years later, it was time to celebrate the semiseptenial, which I’m guessing means half of a septennial (which I presume is 700 years). So there you go. Three hundred and fifty years since the first settlers arrived.

The Semiseptenial

Can’t wait till the seminoncentenial.

Then from Block Island it was just a short hop to Montauk, where we spent a couple of days before heading across Long Island sound to Uncasville, where we had heard there was a Mohegan Powwow. 


The regalia was fantastic. As was the music and drumming.


We used our base in New London to explore Mystic Seaport, which is a sort of Disneyland with old boats.

The good ol days

The Good Ol’Days

Now that s what I call rigging

It makes putting our sail up seem like a doddle.

Lots of rope 2

That’s a lot of rope.

Soon we had to get back to New York, because Joe and Alice were coming out to see us. On the way down the river a submarine surfaced right next to us.


The guys in the little boats had huge machine guns aimed at us, and they suggested that we didn’t come any closer. We took their kind advice.

We met Joe and Alice in Port Washington, and sailed back down the East River to meet Rory in New York.

Joe bought us a telescope for the boat.

Lord Nelson

Alice only had a weekend with us, so Rory and Zoe took charge and showed us the sights of Brooklyn, and Manhattan, including Chelsea market and The Schmorgasburg.. Shmorguz… Shoegas…The Gourmet Food Market. We went ten pin bowling, where Ju and Lyn put the youngsters to shame, Ju winning and Lyn coming a close second. Ju always said that sailing is one of the few sports you can take up at fifty and still be the youngest one in the group. Other than bowls. And here was the proof.

Rory and Zoe then took us for the best Sunday Brunch in Manhattan, with their famous all-you-can-drink-in-two-hours cocktails. Now there’s a challenge.

This photo of the brunch is a result of Lyn experimenting with the panorama feature on her phone. 


Either that or the two hours of cocktails have had a bigger effect than we thought. 

A Night At The Museum

A Night At The Museum

All too soon, Alice had to go back to England. While we went to San Fransisco (actually to Los Gatos, but you won’t have heard of that) with Joe to visit Lyn’s niece Vanessa, her husband Jez and their four fantastic kids, Olly, Max, Toby and Scarlett. So technically we are Great Uncle Julian and Great Aunt Lyn which makes us sound very old.

We left Domini in New York, and six hours later we were on the West Coast. Faster than sailing, but not so much fun. And you get jet lag. 

We were the typical West Coast tourists. We went to see the giant redwood trees.

Giant Redwood

Rode the trolley buses.

On the trolley car

Went to the beach.

On the Beach

Left to right:- Jez, Vanessa, Olly, Ju, Scarlett, Lyn & Joe. We think that’s Toby in the distance about to jump in the sea.

Photography: Max Crowe

 That’s The Pacific. We’ve not sailed that one.


We went in a submarine..


..saw Alcatraz…

Alcatraz 2

And went to an antique amusement arcade which was brilliant.

Pinball Wizard

Pinball Wizard

What every married woman

Helpful advice

Career advice

Interesting that in the good ol’ days, ‘nudist’ was considered a career choice. And we’ve no idea what a taxi dancer does, but as jobs go….

Jez, who is very high up at Apple, took us for lunch at his work. This is the entrance to the inner sanctum…

Inside apple

…or as you might say, the Apple core.

Boom! Tisch!

It’s the way I tell ’em.

Lone Cyprus

Overlooking the Lone Cypress.

Is Joe getting taller, or is Lyn shrinking?

Speed kings

Joe & Toby

We’d never realised that California was so dangerous. If the lions or the oak trees don’t get you…

Mountain Lions

..the spiders will.


And this blog’s prize for Arty Farty photo goes (for the first time) to Ju, for his picture of the World Trade Centre called “Can you get vertigo from below?”

World Trade Centre

…and a close second is “Tall Trees.”

Tall trees

That’s it for now. We’re just getting the boat ready now to begin the journey south.

Keep on boatblogging.


Ju & Lyn



Newport to Newport

Welcome back Boatblog ® fans,

When we last left you, we were in Cuttyhunk about to set sail for Newport, Rhode Island, which is indeed what we did. And since then we’ve been all over Long Island Sound, up as far as Boston, Massachusetts and finally returned to Newport – just in time for the legendary jazz festival.

Cuttyhunk is Delightful, it’s Deserted, it’s De-lovely. (I feel a jazz theme coming on.) And it’s hard to believe we’re still so close to New York, New York.



It was still as part of The Ocean Cruising Club’s New England Cruise that we headed northwards up to Bristol to see the famous July 4th Parade, which it didn’t rain on. And it really was spectacular. Very different from the pomp and ceremony we get in England. We’ve never seen so many marching bands in one place. And they were playing show tunes rather than the stirring military marches we love so much back home. 

And when the Milkmen Came Marching In, we wanted to be there…

July 4th 1

As Fats Waller said, “You Feets Too Big.”

July 4th 3

These chaps are auditioning for “The Producers.” 

July 4th 4

Such a lot of fuss over a little bit of tax on a cup of tea.

Alas, as well as marking the end of British rule, July 4th also marked the end of the OCC cruise, so we bid a fond farewell to all our NBF’s (New Best Friends for those of you not up with the least textspeak) and it was Anchors Aweigh as we began to head north towards Boston.

We had to go through the Cape Cod Canal, which was just Too Marvellous For Words (ok, that’s enough jazz jokes – Ed.)

Start of the Cape Cod Canal

This is the start of the canal. That bridge drops down to let the train across, hopefully not while you’re going underneath it.

There’s about 4 knot current running through the canal, so you have to time when you go through pretty carefully otherwise if it was against you, we’d be motoring along at full speed, and going nowhere. As it was we raced through at about  9 – 10 knots all the way.

Cape Cod Canal Bridge

That’s Time Bandit you can see off the starboard bow in their usual position. Just ahead of us. 

Then, once we were through the canal we stopped for a few days at Provincetown.


PROVINCETOWN TOWNHOUSE from the sunny side of the street.

 Then a night at Scituate, before finally arriving in Boston.


It’s My Kinda Town, Boston is. (Enough! – Ed) We managed to get a mooring right in the centre of town. It was pretty noisy, and the good ship Domini was rocking and rolling whenever a ferry or a ship went past, but that’s the price you pay for being right at the heart of things.

Anchored In Boston

It’s a town with a very strong maritime tradition, so there are lots of the old square riggers sailing through, and at every possible opportunity, the fireboat likes to show off.


When the Queen Mary came to town, it was a cue for some serious celebration.

Queen Mary Fireworks

Rory and Zoe came up to see us, and we spent a  few days with them. Including going to Harvard, if only because Ju wants to be able to say, “I went to Harvard University.”

Trying to look intelligent outside Harvard


 A very pretty city, with a lot of Olde Worlde charm.

Boston Street

But alas – we couldn’t stay in Boston for ever. We had a deadline to meet – The Newport Jazz Festival. So we began to head back south, this time stopping at Plymouth. As in the place where the Pilgrim Fathers founded America.

Plymouth Rock 2

And this is the actual rock that the Pilgrim Fathers landed on.

The Actual Rock\

Well, actually it isn’t. It’s another rock that’s very like the one that they probably landed on that was put there by some bloke a couple of hundred years later. But  Americans are very proud of it, and come from all over to see it. And so what if it does’t represent the true birth of modern American history? It does at least represent the true birth of modern American marketing.

This is the actual MAYFLOWER that the Pilgrim Fathers sailed from England in.

 The Mayflower

Well, actually it isn’t. It’s a replica, based on another boat that was probably very similar to the actual Mayflower that they sailed across in. But no records exist of what it actually looked like, so no one’s very sure, but it’s as good a guess as any.

Very nice all the same.

And just like the Plymouth in Devon, there are very nice beaches nearby with proper seagulls, which is probably why the Pilgrim Fathers felt so much at home when they got here.

Plymouth Beach

But enough of this messing about in Plymouth. We’ve got a jazz festival to get to.

So back through the Cape Cod Canal, quick stop for fuel and water at Onset, pleasant night in Hadley Harbour, over to Martha’s Vineyard for some provisions, and then back to Newport RI, with just a day to spare before the festival begins.

And well worth the trip it is too.

It’s a fabulous setting for a festival, overlooking Newport harbour.

 Jazz  Nice Setting

There are three main stages, with all types of jazz going on all day.


Jazz Festival 2

Unfortunately, the modern jazz (the sort that Lyn calls “the tooty toot stuff,”) isn’t that well attended.

Jazz  Not many takers for the tooty toot stuff

It’s wrong to generalise, but we found that if a band’s set list for an hours gig consists of one tune, it’s going to have a rather small fan base of beardy types. But at least you can always get a seat.

The blues tent on the other hand, is standing room only.

Jazz  Blues Tent

Which reminds me of the old joke about the difference between a bluesman, and a jazzman. The bluesman plays three chords for a thousand  people. The jazzman plays a thousand chords for…

Well you get the idea.

But the three days were absolutely fantastic, and we won’t bore you here with all the photos that we could. Just a select few.

Jazz  New Orleans Style


The weather was hot, the music was hot, and the jazz junkies were hotter still.

Jazz  Selfie

So that’s all for now Boatbloggers ® . 

But of course it wouldn’t be a proper Boatblog ® without some arty farty pictures. And this month’s entries are both from Lyn.

Arty  Horseshoe Crab


and finally….

Arty  Stoned


And this month’s winner is……





One last gratuitous sunset photo…. 

Nice Sunset


Till next time.

Ju & Lyn


One Year On

Welcome back Boatblog ® fans,

Well here we are in Cutty Hunk, about to set sail for sailing Mecca, Newport, Rhode Island, and it’s hard to believe that it was exactly a year ago today that we set sail from the River Hamble. Since then, we’ve travelled 9,553 Nautical Miles, and visited 30 countries;  France, Spain, Portugal, Morocco, Gran Canaria, St Lucia, Martinique, St Vincent, Mustique, Bequia, Mayreau, Canouan, Union, The Tobaggo Cays, Carriacou, Grenada, Dominica, Guadeloupe, Montserratt, Nevis & St Kitts, St Barts, St Maartin, The BVI, The USVI, The Spanish Virgin Islands. Puerto Rico, Turks & Caicos, The Bahamas, and finally the USA. We’ve entered two races; Grenada Race Week, and the Heineken Regatta, and we’ve met some wonderful people and made some fantastic friends.

And lost one iPhone.

Yes – sad but true. As Lyn was climbing out of the dinghy onto the pontoon, Ju’s iPhone slipped out of her handbag and into the murky depths. She muttered something about how she expected the water to have had more specific gravity so it should have floated, but no one really knew what she meant. Ju wouldn’t have minded, but he was on level 60 of Word Warp.

But what this does mean is that this instalment is a little short on photographs. But we shall do our best with what material we have got.

We left our berth on Liberty Landing and sailed up New York’s East River, which was very exciting going past all the famous landmarks.


And under the bridges.

NY Bridge

Even though we know the height of the mast, and we know that the bridge is at least 40 feet higher, it still looks like it’s going to hit.

NY Will we make it

The East River is very busy with all things New York, from taxis,

NY Water Taxi

…to seaplanes,


…and can be quite treacherous. The current runs through here at 6 knots or more. One of the bends is called Hell Gate and with good reason.

We went passed The Bronx, and into Long Island Sound where we stopped at a place called Port Washington, and met up again with our friends Stuart & Anne on Time Bandit. And it’s about here that we run out of photos, so you’ll just have to believe us for the next stage of our adventure.

Then it was on to Norwalk, where double circumnavigators (as in they’ve sailed round the world twice) Scott & Kitty of Tamure found us all moorings and invited us round to their home for dinner. 

At Scott  Kitty s

LYN, STUART, KITTY, JU & ANNE (SCOTT is taking the picture)

They also took us to a night of singing sea shanties with a local music group. Ju took his piano, but unfortunately apart from What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor, he didn’t actually know any sea shanties. So they played some blues instead.

Next it was onto Shelter Island to begin the New England Cruise with the Ocean Cruising Club, of which we are now members. (You have to have crossed an Ocean to join, so its a pretty exclusive club).

And by happy coincidence, just opposite the anchorage on Shelter Island is where Rory’s girlfriend’s family keep their boat. So we all met up and went for dinner. Here we all are on Tom and Inbal’s new boat.

Zoe  family

And the next day, again another coincidence, Richard – Ju’s friend (and agent) happened to be in New York on his way to LA for business meetings, (see how high powered his agent is?!) so he popped out to Greenport to see us.

With Richard

And then it was time to start the Ocean Cruising Club cruise. And like all good cruises it started with a party. Jim & Bentley (who we had met in Norfolk, Virginia) provided the entertainment. And Ju did a bit too.


First stop after Shelter Island was  Duck Island on the way to Menemsha on Martha’s Vineyard. Then on to Edgartown, via Oaks Bluff. Stuart was able to take some photos of the good ship Domini on the way there.

Domini 2

Here’s another one.

Domini 3

Though this is my favourite photo.

Overtaking Timebandit

It is us overtaking Time Bandit. Treasure this photo, as it is unlikely to happen again, as Stuart is a champion racing skipper. (Indeed it was he that led us to victory in the Heineken Regatta).

As we were crossing, a submarine surfaced right next to us.


We anchored overnight, and had the most incredible lightning storm, which we sat and watched in our rubber wellies, and with the phones (well…phone) and computer things in the microwave.


Recognise this place?(der dum) 


Or this…(der dum)

Stuart at Amity

Correct. Edgartown (der dum) is where they filmed a lot of the film  (der dum) “Jaws.” (Dum, dum, dum, dum). We we went to see a fortieth  anniversary screening of it in the local cinema, and it still made us jump. (Can you believe it’s that old?)

We’re having a lovely time here. They’ve even opened a restaurant in our honour.

Fat Ronnie s

And here we are having lunch with friends. That’s Chappaquiddick in the background.

Dinner at Amity



So – what have we learnt one year on?

Well…I guess we are much better sailors now than when we left. Reefing and trimming sails is no longer the palaver it once was, and we manage to moor the boat without crashing most of the time.

One thing is that the life of a cruising sailor has surprisingly little to do with sailing. Of course sailing comes into it, but just as important and rather more time consuming is simply keeping the boat in one piece. There is a never ending list of jobs to do that only ever seems to get longer. At this very moment we are trying to figure out how to give the engine a service, then the generator needs an oil change, and we’ve just noticed a small tear in the genoa luff tape which will need to be stitched before it becomes a major rip. And the sheave on the davits has bent. And…and… Just another day in the life of full time cruisers. 

Getting the dinghy down

Fortunately, given that Ju is not a natural DIY man, other sailors have been incredibly generous in their willingness to help with repairs, or simply to pass on their wisdom garnered from many years at sea. Stuart, & Ann on Time Bandit have been more than helpful, but so too John & Janine on Orca Joss, Tim & Gayle on Wild Bird, Bruce & Susan on Libby Lou, Scott & Kitty onTamure, John & Alison on Aislig Bheag, Charlie, Ross and of course Chris Warwick and Paul Reed at Universal Yachting. Aaaah – we’re bound to have left someone out. Apologies if it’s you!

And the welcome we have had from the local people that we have met on our travels has been fantastic.  Strangers have invited us into their homes, taken us out for meals, to the theatre, given us lifts, allowed us to use their moorings – the list is endless. It makes us feel a little embarrassed about how in Britain we sometimes treat our foreign visitors, and we have vowed to show more kindness next time we see a tourist lost on the streets of London.

And here is this episode’s arty farty photo. Entitled simply, Harley.

Harley for Lyn

That’s all for now.

Looking forward to our second year at sea.


Ju & Lyn


The Big Apple

Welcome back Boatbloggers,

Yes, we left Norfolk Virginia and have arrived in New York City!

To leave Norfolk we had to go past the biggest naval base in America, and they have a lot of ships! It took about two hours of motoring to go past them all. 

Norfolk Aircraft Carriers

From the photo it’s hard to get an idea of the sheer size of these boats. To give you some inkling, that little dot on the back of the middle ship is an aeroplane. 

It was a fairly uneventful two day sail up the east coast, and we finally anchored in the middle off the night off Sandy Hook which is a few miles south of New York in New Jersey. Or Noo Joizey as they say out here. It’s the usual place to wait for the tides and currents (which are pretty ferocious) to turn in your favour before entering New York Harbour itself.

Noo Joizey

Note the jumper. It’s starting to get quite a lot colder as we get further north.

Rory, who is currently an intern in New York with the legendary photographic agency Ray Brown Productions (, came over to see us with his girlfriend Zoe.

Rory  Zoe

Rory & Zoe – not sure Ju’s photo will get him a job with Ray Brown, with all that shadow over their faces.

After a couple of days at anchor, we set off for Manhattan. It’s a pretty busy harbour and we spent a lot of the time dodging tankers and cruise ships, which can be quite hairy.

Busy Harbour 1

As we got closer, a storm appeared out of nowhere, and it started to thunder and lightening like crazy as we made our way up the Hudson River to Manhattan Island. It was all pretty impressive. We tried to get a photo of the forked lightening over Manhattan, but kept on clicking the camera just a moment too late. 

Thunder Clouds Over Manhattan

We half expected to see King Kong climbing up the Empire State Building.

Statue of Liberty 1

Almost got the lightening flash behind the Statue of Liberty.

Just past the Statue is a marina called Liberty Landing where we moored up for the week. It’s fabulously expensive but we do have great views of Manhattan.

Manhattan at night

That is the One World Trade Center in the centre (center) of the picture, which is the one that was built right next to Ground Zero to replace the twin towers.

And here it is in the day.


For the last week or so, we have just been typical tourists, traipsing round the sights…

Grand Central Station

Grand Central

The Highline 2

View from The Highline, which is the old overhead subway track converted into a garden path.

We’ve been to shows..

.On Broadway

On Broadway…

Off Broadway

And off.

And no trip to New York would be complete without a jazz bar or two.

Village Vanguard

The Village Vanguard

The standard of performance art in the city is incredible. Not only have we have seen some great shows and heard some wonderful music, but even the buskers on the tube (subway) are amazing. Not just a sad old bloke with an accordion here. They have full dance troupes, bands and even acrobats doing their stuff.


Underground Dancing

Of course we have met up with Rory a few times…

.Rory s Flat

Rory’s flat in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

It’s called The Big Apple for a reason. Everything is HUGE in New York. Especially the food. This, for example, is a salt beef sandwich…

Big Food

..which is called a “Reuben.”

And here we are in Chinatown.


Big Soup

And we think this might be why we’ve both put on about half a stone.

Fortunately Ju seems to have the opposite of anorexia and when he looks in the mirror thinks, “Hmmm..not too bad really.” Then complains that his T-shirts have shrunk.

Ferry Across The Hudson

Hold your stomach in Ju. 


The only downside has been the weather. It has rained pretty much every day. Now we know you are used to this back home, but we’ve been in the Caribbean for goodness knows how long. It just doesn’t seem right.

We went out to a place called Flushing.


And this is…

Wait for it…

A Flushing toilet. (Boom! Tisch!)

Flushing Toilet

Yes my friends, sad to say, we went all the way to the end of Line 7 for that gag.

And now just time for one arty fart photo. Sunset over Chadwick Beach (Chadwick being Lyn’s maiden name of course.) 

Sunset over Chadwick Bay

That’s all folks!

Bye for now.

Ju & Lyn