We are now in Ardglass, Northern Ireland. We spent Friday sailing placidly out of
Bangor, down the coast of NI, and up into Strangford Lough, where we stopped at
the Killyleagh Yacht Club.
The trip started quite well, with the installation of the autopilot
and the seatrial tests and adjustments.
Raymarine and DHL came thru with a delivery of the unit as expected.
They found the burnt resistor and repaired it, at the nominal cost of only about
€500(!), but when you have had to hand steer for long periods of time, cost is
(essentially) no object.
The weather out of Bangor was great, and we motored out past
(and thru) the Copeland Islands. Then
the wind picked up from the east, and we set sail. Close hauled, at about 7 kts, we headed first
towards the Isle of Man, and then further south as the wind headed towards the
SE. As we closed on the entrance to
Strangford Lough we started the engine as the wind died, and we motored up the
Narrows at 7.5 kts thru the water, but 10.5-11.0 kts SOG. The current was quite strong, but we had
timed the entrance perfectly (comme d’habitude), so we breezed past the Bar
Pladdy, The Knob, Angus Rock, and Routen Wheel. Phil and Joan got a completely unreal
impression about sailing in these waters (more to come later…)
Killyleagh
There is a large mooring field at Killyleagh for members of
the YC, and we thought that we could “borrow” a mooring, but our first pass
thru the moorings did not show any clearly available moorings. Luckily for us, a nice fellow on a Moody (a
Mr. Bridges, we believe), told us that there was an open mooring out a bit
further that was intended for a large Beneteau, and we found it quickly and
tied up right away.
Then, Phil and rxc had to drop the dinghy and do a recce (as
they say in Ireland) of the situation.
We landed at the pontoon thoughtfully provided, and Mr. Bridges told us
that we should go around the corner of the road to the house of his mother, who
would loan us the visitor key for the night so that we could get into and out
of the YC. Off we went, to find the nice
lady, and she was so gracious and helpful.
We got the key, and then headed into town to look for a restaurant or
other source of comestibles.
The town of Killyleagh was about 0.3 miles away, and a nice
walk in the warm sun. It was basically a
two street town, with a nice grocery and butcher, a full-service supermarket of
a reasonable size for a small town, a gas station, and (supposedly) a good
restaurant in the big pub up the hill next to the castle. We passed on the restaurant, however, because
of the presence of a large number of locals drinking beer outside who seemed to
be of the “ hooligan” variety. Nothing they said to us, or did, but our
antenna went up, and we decided to buy some steak and groceries and dine on the
boat. It was a good meal.
We went to bed that night on calm waters, with warm breezes
and glorius sunset. Next day, however,
was a bit more exciting.
White Rock and Strangford Lough YC
We left Killyleagh late in the AM. We had to drop off the key with Mrs. Bridges,
and we talked to one young lad (son of Mr. Bridges) who mentioned something
about a regatta where we were going. The
wind and seas had built up during the night, and it was a bit exciting to drop
the mooring. But we did it, and towed
the dinghy, in anticipation of a future need.
The wind was still out of the ESE, so we were able to hoist
sails almost immediately, and sail north.
It was marvelous, doing 8 kts close-hauled, not heeled-over too
much Even the kitties had a good
time. As we headed up the lough we
noticed that there were a fair number of other boats leaving Killyleagh headed
north, and they seemed to be taking an alternate route among the islands on the
W coast of the lough. We eventually decided to have some fun, as well, and
ducked into a passage surrounded by rocks and shallow islands, and eventually
emerged at the top of the island that is just opposite White Rock Point, and we
found the entire area filled with boats.
We had found our regatta.
The races were just starting, and we wanted to try to find a
place to anchor or moor. We also wanted
to stop in a fish restaurant that was supposed to be on Sketrick Island, but we
did not have any name for the restaurant or a more precise location. The guide books also talked about taking a
mooring in one of two different YCs. Strangford YC was located to the south of
Sketrick, while the Down Cruising Club is located to the north, thru a narrow
and shallow cut. The northern location
is more protected, but more difficult to use.
We decided to do another recce, by sailing around the
Strangford moorings for a while, and then head to the northern field. There were a LOT of moorings in the
Strangford field, but they all seemed to be occupied or else they would be occupied
when the races were over. We had just
decided to leave, and were headed towards the edge of the mooring field when a
large RIB pulled alongside and the fellow driving it asked if we were looking
for a mooring. We said yes, and he said
to follow him to his mooring. He was one
of the regatta organizers, assigned to safety/ferry duties, and his Jeanneau 39
was off its mooring, parked on the club pontoon for the event. His mooring was first-class, and he invited
us to partake in the festivities ashore.
We got all cleaned up, hailed one of the ferry boats, and
joined a very large crowd of sailors. It
turns out that there are a LOT of YCs on Strangford Lough, and they all have
regattas and race series. This one was
the major event of the year at Strangford YC, and boats had come from all the
other clubs to participate. Given the
great conditions in this lough, it made sense that it would be a hotbed of
sailing activity, and we just happened to walk into it. We met the local commodore, were given a
complimentary beer, and just wandered around for a while talking to John about
the activity and events going on.
Eventually we headed off to the restaurant, “Daft Eddies”,
which was named for a young boy who had run to warn a group of smugglers about
the approach by revenue agents, and was rewarded by being shot. The food was good, although the service left
a bit to be desired. We walked back to
the YC, and were ferried back to Petillant by John’s son Scott. It was quite a nice stop, and we cannot say
enough about the hospitality that the Strangford Lough YC extended to us. Truly outstanding.
South to Ardglass (Dive, Dive, Dive!)
We left White Rock about 9:30 AM, with a nice ESE wind, and
sailed all the way to the narrows, where it became impossible to pinch our way
thru, so we rolled up the jib and motor-sailed down to the ocean. This is where we discovered one truth in the
guide books – the bar at the entrance to the Narrows can be quite
intimidating. We went from flat water to
3 meter rollers, and the bow of the boat rose and fell considerably for about
30 minutes. We took quite a bit of water
over the bow, and once we shipped such
an enormous wave that we got water inside the enclosure(!), wetting down all
four people and 2 cats. (Imagine a momentary imitation of a submarine...) We also seem to
have taken on some SW into one of our water tanks, which will have to be
drained and re-filled. Probably thru the
vent. There had been some concern that
Joan and Phil would be leaving us with a very unrealistic view of the sailing
conditions in the Irish Sea, but in the end they got the full treatment.
Ardglass
Once we passed over the bar, the seas moderated to only “moderate”
roughness (1-2m rollers), and we headed SW.
We intended to stop in Ardglass, which is only about 6 miles S of the
Strangford Narrows, but we were concerned that we would see major rollers at
the entrance. This turned out to be a
non-issue, and the entrance was pretty flat.
The real problem was squeezing into a spot in the marina in 2-kt
winds. There were a few anxious moments
as we brushed by a few protruding bowsprits, but we succeeded in rafting up to
a large wooden motor-sailer, and we even had enough cord to be able to plug
in. And, the Wifi connection was quite
good.
Dinner was quite a bit away.
We had to take a taxi to Curran’s Bar and Steakhouse, but the trip was worth it. Phil and Joan celebrated their
45th anniversary, we had some good food and wine, and then some
champagne and chocolate back on the boat.
All-in-all, a successful day.
It looks like we will be here in Ardglass for at least another day, because a nasty low is building SW of Ireland. We should have a window on Tuesday, and we intend to head straight for Malahide, and bypass Carlingford, because the weather on Wed and Thursday is supposed to be truly horrible.
More to come from Malahide, where Phil and Joan will leave on Thursday AM, and Musetta will join us.
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