Originally Posted by Mollers
Blimey Oliver!! I need a bigger screen!
Sorted now I think...
DAY 2 – Friday 23rd
After having spent the first day of our trip alone, day 2 promised a nice ride in company with Matt, Martin and Jack on Martini II. Acting on a very early wake up call, Gotchidad and I, strolled gently down to the harbour stopping for a bit of breakfast (and to use the wifi connection
) along the way. We arrived at the holding pontoon feeling somewhat apprehensive as the sight which greeted us was of yachts four deep all the way along the length of the pontoon. Fearing that we may have three or more yachts rafted up to our side, we feared that we may have to fight to break free from the melee. As we began to near the spot at which we had left Into the R ed, the forest of masts appeared to have left a little clearing, amongst so many rafted up boats, our little boat had its own little space on the pontoon, with no others to wade through for escape!
Having set about preparing the boat and getting it in a fit state for our crossing up to Alderney, we slipped the lines at about ten past eight and nosed out of the harbour entrance with a view to joining up with Matt in La Colette marina just outside of the main harbour entrance. However an about turn was necessary for as we approached La Colette, the fearsome sight of Martini II greeted us, Optis rasping ferociously in the background and the water ahead of her bows promptly dissipating in anticipation of the pain that would be wrought upon it should the entire weight of an Arctic 28 fully fuelled at over 4tons come crashing down upon it . Together the two boats meandered back through the main harbour entrance and pulled up on the holding pontoon wherefrom we had just departed – the reason for this abrupt turn, for by now our original departure time of 8.30 was in tatters, was the requirement of some sustenance for the crew and helm of Martini II after a quick shimmy up the ladder to the Albert Quay, and the prompt dispatching of some bacon butties, then after having watched Matt and Martin don wet weather gear, we too Gecko’d up for the course before once again nosing out of the harbour entrance. With Matt leading the way we powered up to around 30knts, Matt just setting a course and letting his gargantuan boat blat through whatever waves could ever be so rude as to plant themselves in front of the boat.
As time wore on a speed of around 23/4knts was established, not because of the conditions, more as an attempt at preserving Matt’s wallet
Gotchidad then took over the helming, for the first time in his life actually increasing our speed to 30knts, since the ride in our boat at that speed is far superior to what it is at 23, banging around as it does and falling into each and every trough. Matt however was having none of it and Gotchidad gave up after a few loops round to come out behind Martini before reeling him in and dispatching him again and so throttled back to 23 and braved it out for the rest. The difference in ride quality between 23 and 30 is however startling though; having only really cruised by ourselves and therefore setting our own pace we had never been forced to stay at a slower speed and so it was very intriguing for us to experience a different aspect of our boat. As we approached Alderney, the seas flattened out further and Matt could not resist the temptation to open up the taps a little and we cruised together at 30 catching a glimpse of Alderney before rounding the north east corner of the island and cruising into Braye Harbour, greeted by the familiar sight of the Admiralty Breakwater stretching out a welcoming hand to greet us. Having made the trip from Cherbourg over to Alderney in a 4m Zodiac a few years previously and having visited the isle by air many times, the familiar scenery greeted us punctuated by the throb of Martini’s optis
We moored up on a buoy close into the breakwater slip and Keith pottered out to meet us in his SIB before taking us into the pontoon. Clambering up the gangway we were greeted with the sight of the Yacht club terrace, Keith’s parents having opened the bar specially.
As the day trickled by gradually more and more boats and then people arrived, the two hard boats and then Trevor with Blue Ray accompanied by a weary Paul having made the trip by jetski for the second successive year! Mollers and Jim then arrived having departed from a different place to the others, along with two weary ribbers wives
After an hour or two on the terrace we agreed to disperse and then meet again later at the chippy at 8, ready to sample the delights brought home by the fisherman of Alderney. Jack with his mushy peas and then the antics of the “Chip Cat” provided entertainment throughout the meal, before a decamp to the Divers to finish off the evening.
Having discussed the differences between kompressors, compressors and superchargers with Keith and Paul, Gotchidad and I decided to retire for the night...only to be caught by Mollers and Jim for a couple more to aid the digestion of discussing the chequered history of Vector Marine, the Cosworth engined XR24, and how Ospreys had risen from the ashes! A fair while later and having learnt a great deal about the boat and company history we returned to the hotel picking our way along the railway tracks which we discovered could be employed as a shortcut. After having to undertake multiple actions to prevent the snoring of Gotchidad in order that I may get to sleep, I did eventually, with the knowledge that a great day of touring the island lay ahead... (oh, and that Gotchimum had decided to come over
Sorry its a little verbose