Shower facilities on Thalassa

    On a hot Sunday lunchtime with a light east-north-easterly, we were tacking up from Beaulieu, doing no more than 3 knots. Richard, ever our gracious host, went below to prepare lunch. As I put her about in Cowes bay, the wash of a vessel turning around the Bramble reached us. “Wash”, we all cried, anticipating the violent movement the galley hand was about to experience. Thalassa dipped her bow as we were in irons, lost way, and then put her bow firmly down in the trough preceding the second wave. We’ve probably all experienced waves that run down as far as the cockpit. This must have been nearly two inches deep as it passed the prams. The crew by the mizzen couldn’t jump high enough to avoid their feet getting wet (although miraculously, at the tiller, I experienced nothing of this problem). There was a great yell from below, which drew all of our attention to the fact the fore hatch was still wide open. 30 seconds later, Richard appeared in the companionway, head and shoulders (and quite possibly toes) drenched. If only we’d thought to pass the soap…

Dolphins at Dartmouth

    I’ve fond memories of a delivery trip made in 1999. Leaving Gosport on Friday evening, we reached to a northerly wind through the night and day, arriving and anchoring at Torbay on Saturday evening. Sunday was warm and still, so we motored south toward Dartmouth. As we passed the Mew Stone two dolphins joined us for about ten minutes, weaving around the boat, passing remarkably close to the propeller, leaping in the bow wave, moving much too quickly for the camera. What a remarkable pleasure these wonderful creatures provide. Perhaps there is a smile on God’s face too, as He watches them. And perhaps we can add to that smile as we too take pleasure in the wonder of God’s creation – wind, water and weather – on board a vessel built and tended with such loving care by those created in His own image.
Ian Crossley
Anyone for a glass of Thalassa?