Full of history, at every turn there’s some ancient stonework or old building or a stature or a commemorative plaque. Not just about Drake playing bowls while the Spanish Armada approached.
Getting to the start
Last time we sailed to Plymouth it took 10 days. It’s easy to see how with the prevailing south westerlies you could be held up for days. But when we left Kip Marina on Friday 19 May the forecast was for light and variable winds going NW with a big high extending from the Azores. We stopped overnight at anchor at Brodick, Lady Bay Loch Ryan, and a bay right under the Mull of Galloway. The NW wind increased and practically blew us away from the Isle of Man, it must have been blowing F7 when we anchored in Port St Mary. Next stage (once it had calmed down a little) was overnight to Milford Haven, in fact the wind died right away about an hour after we set off – maybe Isle of Man is an acceleration zone? Milford Haven is a place of strange contrasts – huge ships and the oil refinery juxtaposed with ancient ivy covered forts and beautiful coast. A brief stay there – one night at Dale anchorage and one night in the marina and then we were heading south for Lands End. By this time our NW wind had gone to NE even tending to E so we didn’t get the expected downhill ride along the SW coast, instead we were motorsailing into a huge sea. Forecast was for increasing E-NE winds in the next days so we pressed on and things improved, it got calmer and warmer and late afternoon we passed Plymouth breakwater to anchor for the night at Jennycliff Bay. Next day, Sunday 28 May, we moved to the Mayflower marina. The rally office opens on Thursday so we have a few days to get organised. All in all a pleasant trip, pretty freezing cold at sea to start with in the NW wind (a bit warmer now it’s NE) and we are here in good time. Saw various wildlife – Gannets, Eider ducks, Puffins, Guillemots and dolphins.
Hadn’t realised at first but a start from Plymouth at the beginning of June means getting ready quite early in the season particularly given the very cold late spring in Scotland. Matters are further delayed as I’d decided to recover the upholstery which was incredibly time consuming (and only the main cabin done so far), it does look nice but should have paid someone to do it.
There seemed to be a lot of kit that we hadn’t used for the past couple of years that needed fixing or setting up again and transporting to the boat – the poor car made several trips loaded to the roof. We are still trying to set up the Comms with a new computer to link to the SSB and the Sat phone.
Time to go cruising again, having found ourselves last summer in the only part of the country that was cold and wet with everywhere else having a heatwave, decided this year we must sail south. So we signed up for the ARC Portugal rally, starting from Plymouth in early June heading across the bay of Biscay to Bayona and then down the Atlantic coast of Portugal to Lagos in the Algarve. After that, we plan to sail home via the Azores.
Heading home – Azores to Scotland
After 2 weeks in the Azores we decided to head off to complete the Atlantic Passage. We were tempted to spend longer exploring the islands, but we really wanted to get home, maybe another year? After clearing out, we extracted ourselves from the inner harbour and Thomas and Tania and Adrienne saw us off, sailing in sunshine.
We started off slowly due to little wind, heading north to get the other side of the high pressure. On Day 5 we gybed and altered course to follow the Great Circle route to Fastnet Rock off the SW coast of Ireland, and after this we made good speed with more and favourable wind, we were running wing and wing for several days, just like in the Trades.
The sunny skies at the start changed to grey and it got colder and colder (both air and water temperature). Fortunately the heater worked having not been run for 5 years, but we had to dig the thermals out of the bottom of the clothes locker. As before we checked into the OCC net, but there were less boats now, mainly we were talking with Hilary and Jim on Altarama who were heading for the south coast of England.
As we got closer to Ireland we started to see familiar birds – gannets, kittiwakes and later guillemots close to the coast. Landfall at Fastnet was around 2300. The weather and we could see the lighthouse and above it a comet, which was a surprise as we hadn’t heard about Comet NEOWISE. It was calmer and therefore slower off the south coast of Ireland, but we had good wind up the Irish Sea until it went away at the border with Northern Ireland so we motorsailed the last part in order to catch the favourable tide in the north channel. More traffic than we are used to – quite a few fishing boats at night. Back in the Clyde there were yachts, ferries and fishing boats. We headed up past Alisa Craig and anchored off Whiting bay on Arran for the night, very strange to be at rest. No phone signal or internet there so we went into Brodick Bay in order to fill out the new Government Passenger Locator form and we phoned the Customs who weren’t that interested (though very polite and helpful) as we were coming from an EU country (Azores). Midway through this we realised that the bilge alarm was going off and the bilge was full of fresh water. This turned out to be a broken valve at the foot pump and was relatively accessible, but mopping out all the water took a while so we elected to spend another night at anchor (off Brodick Castle) before arriving “proper”.
Good friends Malcolm (current boat is Cirrus Moth), Val and Dugald (of Tulla Mhor rally mates on World ARC 2017) were waiting to take our lines on the pontoon when we arrived. With a bottle of champagne even. Dan and Em (of Skyelark also WARC 2017) arrived soon all the way from Buxton. It was lovely to have a friendly reception, we hadn’t felt able to plan anything with the current pandemic virus situation.
From Azores to Scotland, Timshel was 14 days on passage. Total 1605 nm, 12 1/2 days to do 1574 nm and 2 days to do the last 31 up from Arran to Inverkip. We put up all the courtesy flags from our travels around the world, and the ARC rally flags.
Finally managed to count up all the miles. Simple from Australia onwards as the new chart plotter gave cumulative miles over the ground, but before that we’d had two different water logs which (especially in the tropics) didn’t work a lot of the time.
42809 nautical miles over 5 years and one day.
Day out on Pico
The ferry from Horta to Madalena takes just 30 min and cost 5 euro each return (because we are old). We had a really good driver/guide, João was recommended by another yachtie. Pico is known as the black island, it is the youngest of the 9 Azores islands at only 300,000 years old, all black volcanic rock and no sand to speak of. The north west where we started off is given over to vineyards, apparently the best quality grapes grow nearest the sea, they are planted in little sheltering enclosures, the walls built of black rock of course without mortar like a dry stane wall.
It was a lovely day so we got great views of the eponymous mountain. Inland and on the other side of the island the land is more fertile and is given over to grazing and other crops. At Lajes on the S side we went to the whaling museum. The Azores now makes more money (in a normal year anyway) from whale watching than it ever did from whaling. Timshel might just fit in the small marina at Lajes assuming that we had booked. We had a great lunch of local dishes, visited a windmill and finished up with a tour of João’s family vineyard and winery, where we were treated to samples of white and red and local cheese. All too soon we were back in Madalena to get the ferry back to Horta.
Day out on Faial
We hired a car, not too expensive. First we made for the Capelinhos Volcano Interpretation Centre. This is on the newest part of the island formed when the volcano erupted 1957-8. The lighthouse keeper had a ringside view as a couple of small islands were formed and later linked to the mainland. The amazing centre is built underground where the volcano erupted. We had the whole place to ourselves no other visitors, one guy outside taking pictures. Then we could climb up to the top of the lighthouse (now disused), fantastic views of course.
Next we drove across the centre of the island to go to the central caldeira. This may have been a mistake – there is a reasonable road around the coast but across the centre you find yourself on very small and sometimes rough roads. Unfortunately the cloud had come down. There is a path all round the crater rim, but with no visibility we just had our picnic lunch and drove down. We saw just one other car.
Next the Botanic Gardens, saw one other car that was probably getting as confused with Googlemap directions as we were. Faial is full of fantastic blue Hydrangeas, they are beautiful and line all the roadsides, but they are an invasive imported species. The Botanic gardens (again no other visitors) do a lot of valuable conservation work of endangered species (e.g the Azores Forget-me-not) seed preservation etc. The layout of the garden is very attractive, but it looks like a work in progress, one problem being that they only use native Azorean plants which are much smaller and less showy than the imports.
Lastly we went to the beach at Praia do Almoxarife where the weather was a bit better – black sands, clear water and a nice church and gardens.
HORTA is a very attractive city. White walls, red tiled roofs, black and white churches. Masks are required when going inside anywhere, seating marked out for social distancing etc, but otherwise people seem relaxed. There are no recent cases and as the airport is closed, all the visitors have arrived on small yachts having been isolated on board for 2 or 3 weeks of the ocean crossing before they arrive and all have a negative Covid test. Not everywhere is open, but you can go to the famous Peter Cafe Sport. Anita can run over 2 volcanic cones just near the City, Monte Queimado and Monte de Guia. As is traditional we have painted our boat name on the harbour wall. Almost every inch of the wall is populated, we chose a position on one of the new bits built to shelter the bins – these parts are rapidly being filled too.
It was great to meet up with Tanya and Thomas of Adrienne, friends from World ARC 2018 rally. They had sailed from Martinique where they had spent lockdown, arriving a couple of days after us. They entertained us to a great paella on Adrienne (despite a few operational difficulties) and we had a really nice sociable evening. They also gave Steve a local bear for his birthday. Note: we had been isolated on board our boats for greater than 14 days on the way to the Azores and had a negative Covid test on arrival, so all could be considered safe.
Atlantic Crossing West to East: Sint Maarten to Azores
Boats had been setting off for Europe for a few weeks now, the time for departure was upon us, but what of the weather? Apparently the Jet stream is in the wrong place (according to weather guru and friend Chris Tibbs) and we do not have the normal settled weather plan, and it looks like headwinds for at least part of the route. We delayed a week, then an extra day, Chris said although the weather wasn’t ideal it wasn’t that bad and nothing better expected in the near future. We had been gradually completing our preparations: Steve hoisted me up to check the rig, Jaco from Atlante h divers cleaned the hull and the prop, all deck gear was checked, diesel, cooking gas and water filled, laundry done. Although things had been gradually opening up including takeaways for instance and Sint Maartin had no recent cases of Coronavirus, we had mainly kept to ourselves apart from getting supplies at the supermarket and things for the boat from the Chandleries and hardware store, obviously it would not be good to get the virus while underway crossing the ocean. We got a taxi to Philipsburg to clear out for the next day (the driver had had no other work for weeks), filled out the forms for making an emergency stop in Bermuda – just in case, we did not intend going there, contacted the OCC (Ocean Cruising Club) Port officer at Horta in the Azores – where we did intend to stop, contacted the Police Commissioner at next door island Anguilla, who had just declared a 12 nm maritime exclusion zone, to request permission to transit through Anguilla Waters (at anchor on the opposite side of the island to Anguilla we were only 7.5 nm away). We said goodbye to Terri, Mike, Mic and Jay on Life of Reilly and Brian and Chris on Exile, the boats next door in the anchorage, also over the VHF to all the cruisers with whom we have shared the pandemic lockdown experience, friends whose voices we know so well who we have never actually met face to face. We had left plenty of time for getting the anchor up – after 10 weeks it was very well buried (luckily on the advice of Jaco we had let out a little more chain to allow the weed and so on growing on to be rubbed off in the sand for a few days), we were hovering by the bridge as the appointed time (9am) approached, and it opened! Of course we were still too slow for the bridgemaster who as usual was exhorting us to make better speed. The big coastguard boat was coming in. And we were free!
We had light winds to start with, but once past Anguilla we headed north east on a close reach. We checked in on the nightly Ocean Cruising Club SSB net so at least we had some “virtual” company, including some boats whom we had already met via “Messenger” who were setting off at almost the same time from the French part of the island – Mojito, New Dawn. Weather router Chris advised there was no benefit in going a long way north so we continued NE. Little wind became no wind and we drifted slowly, I think we had every possible point of sail, on many days we only logged 70-100nm as were making only 3 knots and distance made good towards our destination was sometimes much less. Then more wind which soon went ahead then too much wind from ahead gave us a very wet and rough ride as we sailed as close to the wind as we could, had just two short periods when we made good progress in the correct direction then no wind again. Saw 1 whale, 2 pods of Atlantic Spotted dolphins, White tailed Tropic Birds, Laughing Gulls, Shearwaters (on arrival) and flocks and flocks of Sailing jelly fish, presumably Portuguese Men o’War (fortunately they did not seem to sting that badly as they were all over our Aquair towed generator). But we had a great downwind sail for the last 3 days, and sunshine as we romped along the coast of Faial. We arrived in Horta and anchored in the harbour on a sunny Sunday evening after 24 days and 4 1/2 hours, Total distance 2705 nm, Motoring hours 42.3, including getting out of Sint Maarten and into Horta. We used something like 110L of diesel, some of which would have been for the generator. We could no doubt have been quite a bit faster if we had motored more when it was calm (but as it is we used nearly half our diesel). We checked in with the marina on VHF (one thing they needed to know was the age of the crew).
Some of the OCC boats already in the anchorage (that we’d been speaking to on SSB) called on VHF to welcome us – Mirafe, Altarama, Mojito. The RIB from Peter Cafe Sport came alongside. Duarte and friends have been enthusiastically and efficiently supplying the transient yachts sheltering in Horta’s harbour. The Azores and Horta are a major stopping place for transatlantic yachts and fortunately the authorities there decided to continue the tradition in the year of Covid19, even though yachts had to anchor out in the harbour and were not allowed ashore. It was a great relief to know in advance that we could stop for a short while and get fuel and food. The week before we arrived the arrangements changed, yacht crews could get a COVID19 test and then go ashore. I think there was one fast racing multihull that made the trip from Caribbean to Horta in 7 days, but everyone else took 2 or 3 weeks or more for the voyage so having been isolated at sea for that time the tests were going to be negative. On Monday we had to wait for the police boat to bring forms. On Tuesday we had to wait by the radio for the signal to go ashore for the test, Wednesday had to wait by the radio for the (negative) results, then to be called to the marina to check in, Thursday we got diesel and moved into the marina 3 out on the outer wall and could walk ashore. Meanwhile, Monday was Steven’s birthday, I messaged Duarte from Peter Café Sport on WhatsApp and they delivered dinner and groceries. A wonderful service.
Lockdown in Sint Maarten
We were glad to arrive in Dutch Sint Maarten on 17 March. No problems checking in with Customs and Immigration after lunch. They just wanted to know what countries we’d visited since 24 Feb but I’d already prepared a list of our movements for the year. We elected to go through the bridge into the lagoon on its next opening at 5 pm and anchored more or less in the same place we were when we visited last year. We ended up being there for 10 weeks. There is only about 0.5m of water under our keel but unlike last year it is clear enough to see the bottom- presumably because so few boats are moving. Restaurants and bars, clothes shops, gift shops etc were either closed or closing. Social distancing was in – don’t go closer than 2m to anyone. Initially it seemed that the French side of the island had the more restrictive regime (generally the same as France) but that did change. We realised that we were unlikely to be able to move for some time. Countries around the world, including the Caribbean islands were closing their borders; the situation was changing every day and there was a real danger that if you left from one place you might find your destination had closed while you were en route. A number of yachts around the world found themselves stranded unable to enter anywhere, after several weeks at sea finding that the world had changed.
We made haste to get our empty gas bottle and diesel cans refilled and stocked up with food from the Carrefour (we can see the roof from the boat). Just in case. The shop was well stocked, you can even get toilet paper (sadly this might be because local people just don’t have the money to panic buy and hoard stuff). The big chandleries, Island Water World and Budget were open, we also went to the pharmacy to get more anti-hypertension drugs for Steve. The whole place was very quiet and some folk were wearing masks, hand sanitizer was provided in shops. I put a bottle of liquid soap in our dinghy, w can at least wash hands in seawater. And so we settled in listening to Mike from Shrimpys Laundry (French side) morning radio net at 0730 on vhf channel 10 (this is the calling channel for local Cruising yachts etc.) for information
Tuesday 24 March, an edict from the Dutch side government was issued “Bunkering and provisioning in Simpson Bay Lagoon discontinued”. At first glance this doesn’t seem to have much to do with small yachts, but further on says crew of foreign yachts that remain at anchor or in marinas in Sint Maarten waters are requested (note the word requested) to stay onboard, no shore leave. Also that waters now closed to entry for foreign yachts. It seems that one or more superyachts really annoyed the authorities by coming in and allowing folk ashore without checking in. The general opinion from cruisers on the net was that this did not apply to the small yachts, but who knows – it seemed safest to keep a low profile and only go off the boat for essential shopping etc. I found the prospect of being arbitrarily confined on board very upsetting. March 30th it was announced that the border between the Dutch and French parts of the island is closed, that there is a curfew from 2000 to 0600 and there is now a form (which we downloaded and printed) for moving about on the Dutch side for essential shopping etc (similar to the French side form). This all seemed quite sensible, and we felt encouraged that we could move about carrying our ID and the official form. For many though the closure of the border was a serious thing, locals and cruisers all accustomed to free passage back and forth, a special permission endorsed by the police was now required to cross the border even for your essential job. It seemed to take a while for long standing cruisers to realise that they should no longer drive their dinghies to and fro across the lagoon. Most of the time there was nothing to stop them, except some days the Dutch coastguard boat went about stopping dinghies and often the gendarmes were active on the French side. There were rumours of big fines. The chandleries had remained open, presumably regarded as essential services, until they weren’t. We visited IWW on 31st March, intending to return on 1st April to buy things only to find everything shut down. There were more rumours of a bigger shutdown at the weekend, we should have acted on this and gone to Carrefour on Saturday for a stock up as on Sunday 5 April (when shops all closed) 24 hour lockdown was announced. Nobody to leave their house (or boat), nobody to be on the road or water, shops and supermarkets all closed. Except for key emergency workers and government officials of course. All very quiet, almost nothing on the roads except police cars, nothing moving on the water. Rene, the manager of IWW managed to get permission for their fuel dock to open 3 mornings a week to supply water, diesel and petrol, and they would take your garbage. Strict rules only 3 dinghies at a time spaced out on the dock and you do not step ashore. This was immensely helpful, we took every opportunity to fill our water cans as we didn’t want to run the watermaker in the lagoon. We had to do this eventually and in fact with lack of movement the water was very clear, you did however have to change filters more often. Easter was the next weekend, we donated the pack of little eggs we’d bought to Life of Reilly with two boys aboard as they hadn’t got any and shops were closed. We were reasonably stocked up, but could have done with more fresh vegetables and so on. Bread was a problem as the oven on our cooker didn’t work. Steve made soda bread farls successfully in the frying pan. Pressure cooker bread worked too but difficult to stop it sticking to the pan.
At this point the regime in the French part of the island was more lenient, people were allowed to go out or ashore for essential shopping and/or 1 hour exercise on all days. Though the gendarmes were becoming quite strict, stopping dinghies and fining people for not having life jackets, flares, torch or correct paperwork. They also stopped and fined people for swimming around their boats.
Many local people were complaining about running out of food, they probably do not or cannot afford to keep the stocks that the Cruising boats do, even with hurricane season approaching. Eventually the government bowed to pressure and allowed food shops to open the Thursday before the 2 weeks were up. Strictly limited hours, everyone to wear masks, limited numbers allowed in the shop, keep 2m apart. We did not have masks (having taken note of U.K. instructions for normal folk not to use masks needed for health workers), home made masks were allowed so I downloaded instructions and made ours with the sewing machine. After that shops were open 3 days Mon, Wed and Fri (same days as fuel dock), weekends and Tuesday and Thursday are no movement days, sometimes enforced by the coastguard. On 3rd May it was announced that exercise was now allowed 3 days per week, Mon, Wed, Fri, from 0600 to 0800 and 1600 to 1800. Also chandleries and a few other stores could open for ordering and collection or delivery.
We arranged to go to Budget first thing Monday to buy a new cooker, intending to get the same Force 10 model we had before. It’s a long story about the stove. The oven thermocouple had failed, we’d carefully identified and purchased the spare and brought with us from the U.K., but it didn’t fit. Steve managed to identify the correct one supplied by Force 10 via a firm in Seattle, to be sent to a contact from a fellow rally boat to Nanny Cay. When the ARC Europe rally was cancelled and we weren’t going to BVI any more we got it despatched to Sint Maarten instead. But despite the tracking saying that it had arrived at the airport, it wasn’t delivered, even when things were opening up and other packages were arriving. When someone told us the tracking probably meant it was at the airport in Curaçao we gave up. Budget had new ones in stock in Sint Maarten. We got to examine the cookers in the Budget Chandlery car park (not allowed into the store) and decided to get the slightly larger model giving a bigger oven for the same price. It was delivered to our boat next morning, the delivery guy managing to sneak past the patrolling Customs launch – Tuesday was still a no movement day. We took out the old and put in the new, but unfortunately it was just a couple of cms too deep. It went in but would hit the trim when gimballed and the pans would be altogether too close to the cupboard door behind. Cold food that day until we could get it swapped for the smaller model which Budget did without demur next day. At last we had a shiny new cooker with working oven! Interestingly this was one item that was not cheaper at home, the Sint Maarten tax free price that we payed was the same as the U.K. and we got it tax free. (Note at beginning of July our package is still showing as being at Queen Juliana airport).
Anita went for her first run in 6 weeks on the Monday afternoon the first day allowed, mooring the dinghy at the dock by Port de Plaisance Marina opposite and heading up track up the hill. Perusal of Google maps indicated that so long as you didn’t take any left turns you would remain on the Dutch side of the border and could go up to the radar station on the hill. I was both relieved and worried by the number of folk I met on the path. Relieved because it meant I hadn’t got it wrong and it was allowed, worried because it is difficult to keep 2m apart when you meet someone on a 1m wide path. Great views as you climbed and from the top, over both Dutch and French sides of the lagoon, of Marigot Bay, Philipsburg and over to the island of Anguilla. After that I went out in the morning – it was less busy – leaving the boat soon after 6 and making sure I was back before 8, and always carrying my form and ID.
Gradually things relaxed and are allowed to open up, 1 week later exercise and food shopping allowed 5 days a week, Mon to Fri, other shops open officially for kerbside delivery, the laundry is open. Takeaway food is available again. There is now confusion as to what is allowed – is it still total lockdown at the weekend? Some things probably opened before they had permission (but we were grateful to get our laundry done).
So what do you do when locked down on your boat for 10 weeks? Although we knew we wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while we hadn’t realised that we wouldn’t be able to sail around the island, or even walk around the island. We have not seen anything of Sint Maarten apart from Simpson Bay, the Carrefour, the chandleries and the tracks up the hill where Anita ran when allowed. To an extent of course time taken for tasks tends to expand to fit the time available. We spent a lot of time on the internet – had to buy more data for the phone, on Facebook and websites trying to keep up with the local Sint Maarten situation and the changing rules, trying to keep up with news from U.K. and the rest of the world, trying to keep up with what was happening to yachts on other Caribbean islands and around the world, trying to keep up with friends around the world. Of course just because it’s on Facebook doesn’t mean it’s true and the crisis seemed to encourage some people to feel they had the right to tell everyone else what to do. I also learned to beware of commenting on posts or you could find yourself in some stupid spat with an unknown person e.g. over whether the Coronavirus is alive or not (of course it is, it wouldn’t be a problem otherwise). Had the mobile internet in Sint Maarten been better we might have attended Zoom meetings and watched more online podcasts, even downloaded films, but the signal just wasn’t up to it.
As usual we read a lot of books. We did manage to do some boat jobs e.g sewing on the new wheel cover we had been carrying around for years, plus some small mending jobs with sewing machine and revarnishing some of the worst bits of the interior. It seems that wood customarily gripped by salty, sun tan cream covered suffered significant degradation. The Dan buoy got a new flag. It was difficult to be inspired when you were stuck. And of course you had to have the materials for the job already to hand as the shops were closed, the varnishing stopped when the can of varnish we had was finished. As the time when we might leave approached we did apply ourselves to check the boat over (Steve hoisted me up the mast) and generally get organised.
As most people all over the world have had to do, I cut our hair. I tried to do a sort of Pilates routine on deck most days. I used to hide in the cockpit to do this sort of thing but decided no-one was close enough to be offended. We would see the crew of Exile doing weights and walking laps around the deck – presumably on a Lagoon 56 you may get 50m per lap? The boys on Life of Reilly did their form of circuits round the boat and sometimes swam. We could see the young crew of a couple of superyachts in the marina exercising on the pontoon opposite. I decided to wear just a bikini most of the time when on the boat, makes much less dirty laundry.
Apart from staff in shops we talked to almost nobody in person for the ten weeks, certainly not closer than 2m distance anyway. Occasionally we could chat to our closest neighbours Terri, Mike, Mic and Jay from Life of Reilly when they or us were going past in the dinghy. The lifeline was the VHF radio and the community of cruising boats. Apart from Shrimpys morning net as mentioned above, Chanel 10 was the general hailing channel, going on to various discussions and forums (Passage weather from Michael on Quinn, Statistics about the virus and other matters from Matt on Mojo, discussion about where and how to sail on, information about phone connections). If you had a problem there would always be someone with helpful advice. We were very grateful to Rene, manager of Island Water World and Jaco from Atlantic divers for keeping us informed and making sense of the latest restrictions. Rene managed to keep the IWW fuel dock open for water, fuel, cooking gas and rubbish disposal 3 mornings per week when nothing else was allowed. Later Jaco became an unpaid courier as he went about his main business (diving on, fixing and cleaning boats) taking parcels and other items from French side to Dutch side and vice versa as he had the official pass for his work. He took a battery we were giving away from us to Highland Fling on the French side, bringing back a pressure cooker generously given to us Tigris (a small plastic part had failed on ours).
Then for something to look forward to, there was the nightly Cruisers Happy Hour on channel 72 from 17.15 until sunset. DJ and compere was Randy from Sinbad with the deep chocolate voice, aided later by Joan from Life Uncommon “Island Girl”. Boats were encouraged to play a piece of music over the VHF (it helped if you such as a Bluetooth speaker for your iPad or phone to put next to the mike). Everyone else competing to call in and identify song and artist and any other arcane info. Boats on both sides of the lagoon, and in the anchorages out in Simpson Bay and Marigot Bay took part. Sometimes there was a theme, e.g. the Friday night dance night when you were encouraged to bop on deck – at least my antics amused the boys on Life of Reilly next door. Matt on Mojo serenaded with live violin music. National differences in musical heritage were quite amusing, that favoured by Canadians being quite different from Americans and the Brits being very different to both. Then there was Glittra from Sweden determined to educate us about Swedish music (is it Abba or not Abba?). Tigris specialised in some hilarious corny old numbers.
Then there was the hotly contested Wednesday night Supergenius Quiz, hosted by Ritchard and Kim from Sayonara. Those two must have spent ages each week devising the questions. Prizes were sometimes toilet roll, or rum or the privilege of calling yourself Supergenius on the VHF for the next week. Kim and Cathy from Dream Maker also instigated and hosted the Virtual Ladies Lunch.
Ritchard from Sayonara also set up a fund for us to donate to charities on the island that was sheltering us. The money went to both Dutch and French sides. Jaco set up food parcels for cruisers in need.
And so we have a collection of “friends” whose voices we know and recognise, but whom we’ve never met, never even seen, nor will we.
Much of the discussion among the cruisers of course was where can we go next, when will we be allowed? As time went on the hurricane season got closer. Sint Maarten/Saint Martin and in fact all the islands north of Carriacou lie in the danger zone. The damage due to Hurricanes Irma and Maria that struck in 2018 is still evident. Many people’s boat insurance states that they have to be in Grenada or south by mid June. Others are allowed to stay in the danger zone with the proviso that if a storm is forecast they move south. It should be remembered that for this purpose it is “Named storms” that are important not just those severe enough to be classed as a hurricane. The prospect of all the boats in the lagoon and the outer anchorages having to stay put for the hurricane season was not encouraging. To get out of the hurricane zone you either have to head south to Grenada, Trinidad, ABC Islands, Panama, or far enough north in the US (and this means quite a long way north) or East across the Atlantic. In fact boats had been allowed to leave Sint Maarten / Saint Martin all along. It probably was not an easy process, checking out required a visit to Philipsburg to check out as the local Port and Immigration office at Simpson Bay was closed. And as you were not allowed to travel between areas on land and not allowed to put to sea without arranging with the coastguard it was not the easiest procedure. Also the lagoon bridge now only opened twice a day and then only by arrangement (but with whom?). Mainly it was Superyachts and race boats that left, who would have an agent to sort all this. A few American boats headed off to the US Virgin Isles, just about the only place open and only to US flagged boats with US citizens aboard. Nobody else had anywhere to go at this time.
At one point a number of boats moored in the lagoon on the French side decided they would like to move out to the bay. To be ready to leave if such an opportunity arose. This simple procedure was vastly complicated by the fact that the French bridge was out of action ( i.e. not opening), it was bring worked on when lockdown occurred. So boats would have to proceed through the Causeway bridge to the Dutch side then out the Simpson Bay Bridge and round the outside of the island to Marigot Bay. Still a simple procedure in normal times but not at Covid19 time. Matt on Mojo decided to organise a group of boats with an agent to obtain the necessary permissions. This attempt was stymied due to him innocently and jokingly referring to this as the Napoleon group: apparently to the French this means the same as calling someone a “little Hitler” and the officials were not impressed. The arrangements were eventually completed without the agent but with the help of Rene from IWW and of someone who had permission to travel about the island who took cash from the boats to Philipsburg to pay the bridge fees. 13 boats eventually made the transit on a Thursday morning. I stood on our foredeck and waved and blew our horn as they went past.
As time went on restrictions around the islands were relaxed and the hurricane season approached. All along it had been said that of course the one place you could go would be your home country/home port, just that for most boats this was several thousand miles away and a trip that would only be made in the favourable season. This is the option we chose, after all we had intended to sail home this season – with the ARC Europe rally from BVI and via Bermuda and the Azores. The rally of course was cancelled – at first they thought they might put on a modified version for those who still wanted to make the trip, but it was just not possible. Our trip would not be the sociable affair with parties, meeting old friends, visiting islands – Bermuda and the cruise around the Azores – that we were particularly looking forward to, but we would get there. We started to prepare the boat and wait for a favourable forecast, having asked our friend Chris Tibbs to do weather routing for us. It was good that things on the island had opened up a bit to enable us to get things from the chandlers (including the new cooker) and the hardware store (12 blue pool noodles to use as “baggywrinkle” on the aft shrouds), but probably also wise to leave before everything had opened up (especially the airport) in case there was a sudden explosion of cases of Covid19. We decided not to go to Bermuda as yachts were only being allowed to stop in emergency and to take on essential supplies though we did fill out the firms in case we did need to stop. The Azores although closed had opened two ports, Horta on Faial and Ponta Delgada on São Miguel where yachts could make a short stop and get supplies though not allowed ashore. We could see on Facebook that Peter Cafe Sport in Horta were cheerfully and efficiently supplying boats anchored in the harbour so we decided to make for Horta.
Others were waiting hoping to move south out of the hurricane zone. Grenada eventually opened to yachts under strictly controlled conditions: you had to sign up on a website and give your details in advance, then they contacted everyone and you had to apply for a 48 hr slot when you had to arrive at your allocated position in the Quarantine anchorage off St George’s and after 14 days quarantine take a Covid19 virus test (which you had to pay for) and then presuming this was negative be entered into the country, go ashore and move to other anchorages. What you could not necessarily do was fly out as the airport was still closed. Some of the ABC islands also opened up but less favourable conditions, for instance having to do 14 days quarantine in an (expensive) hotel at you expense (and what happened to your boat at this time). The French islands opened for EU, Schengen and U.K. boats only; bad luck to the Americans and Canadians. When we left, boats were just setting off for their allocated slots. Of course having waited hoping the island to open many now wanted to stop en route rather than doing 3 days straight, and many were disgruntled at having to do quarantine having already been locked down elsewhere. People are now scrabbling around for charter flights, repatriation flights, any means to get home. We decided to avoid this struggle by using our own transport to get home.
So was Sint Maarten a good place to sit out the Covid19 lockdown? Certainly we did not have a lot of time to make our choice. Once we realised the islands were closing realistically we had to immediately make for either Antigua or Sint Maarten/Saint Martin. We chose the Dutch side because it was more sheltered from the northerly winds in the immediate forecast, we chose to go into the lagoon rather than anchoring out in the bay because it would be generally less rolly, and the option probably would not have been available later on. Having made your choice you had to stay put. Sint Maarten is a relatively developed island, with lots of tourism by cruise ship, by air and attracts many superyachts but also caters for the smaller cruising yachts. Apart from the 2 weeks of 24 hour lockdown access to food supplies was good with the well stocked Carrefour visible from the boat. And of course there are the big chandleries Island Water World and Budget and other marine trades when they were allowed to be open. Sint Maarten did initially seem to have more cases of virus than might have been expected. Some locals on the forums said that the government hadn’t shut down fast enough, but in fact they were one of the first islands to shut the airport and to start with was more restrictive for instance than Antigua, which had less cases. Presumably they were unlucky, a few infected people travelling through the airport would make all the difference. Of course people complained but the government seemed to do a pretty good job keeping everyone informed and keeping control of the outbreak. Would we have been less restricted in other places – possibly, in the U.K. people were always allowed to go out to get food and for daily exercise. Could we have been somewhere with better weather – no probably not, it was warm and sunny with a nice breeze most of the time though there were some mosquitoes. Could we have been in a prettier place – possibly the Simpson Bay Lagoon, surrounded as it is by marinas, Casinos and other buildings is possibly not the most scenic. And we might have been somewhere swimming around your boat was more attractive, though in fact presumably due to lack of movement of large vessels the water did become very clear, and I did swim a few times, partly to check what was growing on the bottom of the boat and on the propellor. At one point on the French side gendarmes were fining people for swimming around their boat, so swimming was often not an option in the French islands. Some people proposed to stock up their boats and go off to an isolated anchorage somewhere to sit out the emergency. Some did try it. It sounds idyllic, but may not have been the best option. Can you really survive for several months with no contact with shore and no fresh supplies? What if there is an emergency or you get ill? Most isolated places do belong to one country or another and in many cases the authorities forcibly cleared boats out of the isolated anchorages. All very well if a place is totally inhabited, but generally the local people do not want random foreign boats turning up which they see as possibly bring infection and potentially using up their scarce supplies of food and their medical facilities. Many of the small island nations imposed more restrictions than the U.K. They did manage to control the virus successfully and by the time we left the Caribbean, had no active cases. Just as well as medical facilities to treat severe cases are limited, so while you might be in a safer and more pleasant place from the point of view of not catching the virus, if you were ill you would not receive the same standard of medical care as at home.