The Romantic Navigator

The romantic in me insists that sailing belongs to a time when real men with long grey beards squinted through brass sextants to fix their vessels’ positions with pin-point accuracy, predicting landfall to the nearest hour… That hasn’t stopped me from kitting Sunny Spells out with the latest GPS chartplotter; in fact, at last count I carry four GPS receivers on board if I include my Nokia Navigator mobile phone. Hopefully the handheld, floating Garmin GPS and spare batteries travelling in a tin in the grab bag will survive a lightning strike…

Before our first passage I purchased an updated set of paper charts of the Australian East Coast, just to be sure, and a Davis Mk III sextant came my way at Birthday time, so now I had the tools, if not the skills.

So, how to acquire the skills?

The sextant came with pretty good instructions: it comprises about 10 pages, notebook size, with enough information and the basic tables to enable you to calculate a fix from a noon sighting of the sun. This was a revelation to me, as one of the things that always made me shy away from doing the sextant thing (sounds suggestive, eh?) was the perceived need to carry volumes of tables and almanacs to do the calculations, and update these every year.

While on passage between North Keppel Island and the Percy Isles in July 2008 we floated downwind under spinnaker for hours on a calm sea: ideal conditions for learning the intricacies of the sextant.

Lesson 1: adjusting the sextant was a doddle, maybe because my instrument is so simple. It was quite a thrill though, finally holding the sextant in my hand and getting a feel for how it works.

Our next opportunity for continuing the education was two days later while continuing north from Middle Percy Island to Scawfell Island. In about four paragraphs of instructions and one small table I had enough information to do a noon sighting of the sun and plot our position to within 10 nautical miles! I was well pleased knowing I can now, in an emergency fix our position once a day and know that, with very limited data and an accurate timepiece, I can be within about 10 miles.

With my new found knowledge I could also show the crew how to take the sights and we all took turns to take sights every three minutes from about 11AM onwards – great practice.

Vicky taking a noon shot of the sun while George takes the time and logs the readings

Up the mast at sea

I’ve always wondered how difficult it is to go up the mast while at sea. We’ve had to now do it twice in the last four days, which must be unusual!

Up the mast while in a sea way

Soon after leaving Mooloolaba, as the light began to fade, the Genoa suddenly started flogging and then slipped down onto the deck and partly into the water! Once we had the sail lashed to the lifelines we realised that the top shackle had come undone and the halyard and top-swivel was still at the masthead. Sarah Belcher, first-mate for this leg, offered to go aloft, despite being hungover – they obviously breed them tough in NZ… We set the mainsail and ran off to keep the boat as upright as possible. George and I winched her up, she attached a thin line to the halyard and was soon back on deck. The yalyard was pulled down, sail was shackled (and the pin tightened properly) and soon we had all the canvas up again. This was all in open water, with about a 2 metre swell running. Sarah says it was quite “snappy” up there: not a rolling movement, but rather a sense of the mast trying to “flick one off”!

Yesterday we noticed that the main halyard had badly chafed about 12 inches from the shackle and I was worried that something had gone wrong with the masthead sheave, so up I went this morning. Now we were gently drifting up the Curtiss Channel in what is really closed water. It was rather pleasant. A bit more rolly than when at anchor, but no worse than when the Scotland Island Ferry wake rolls the boat around! Found nothing wrong at the masthead but got some pretty amazing photos!

Up the mast at sea, whacky perspective! Crew relaxing...

Not a bad way to spend your birthday!

We left Lady Musgrave Island at about 7:30AM this morning. It was a bit of a mixed bag sailing wise, with some motor sailing and some sailig, but as a passage it was lovely and very relaxing.

There is very little swell behind the reef, which makes it almost like sailing in closed waters. We easily get 6 knots boat speed out of 10 knots true wind on the beam, and motoring is also quite comfortable.

We saw whales! Really close. For a while we had a little race on with two humpbacks cruising north and us heading north-west. We overtook them and at their closest point they were about 100 meters away. A bit scary when you’re in a little 33ft sailboat…

Humpback whale waving...

We’ve seen so many whales since coming around Sandy Cape. The previous day they were breaching, throwing those massive bodies halfway up in the air – truly spectacular.

The crew took extra special good care of me on my birthday and breakfast (bacon and egg sanwiches) was fabulous, again!

Crew preparing a feast at the barbie!

George and I put our trolling lines out and were delighted when we each landed a smallish mackerel. At least the ice is broken now and we know it IS possible to catch something. The fish was grilled on the barbie that evening, along with some pan fried potatoes and onions and grilled garlic zuchini – a great way to top off a perfect day!

George and Victoria enjoying the sunset as we cruise towards Cape Capricorn