Oyster Summer 2013 // Issue75

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F o r a w o m a n n o t f o n d o f c h a n g e , 2010 was a challenging

Growing concerned, Peter called him and received a reply we’d never

year! We had transited the Panama Canal on our Oyster 435 Tamoure

heard before (to be read with a Chinese accent): “Cannot change

in 1999 and spent ten happy years in and around the South Pacific,

course. The pilot is in the toilet… pilot in toilet!” Ten minutes later we

returning to Gulf Harbour, New Zealand, for seven southern summers

were feeling a bit like needing the toilet ourselves, so close was he to

(which included getting married!), and Mooloolaba, Queensland, for

our position. We called again, and received the same reply from an

three. Those who know us well thought we’d never leave but we always

impatient Chinaman: “Wait, wait. Pilot in toilet… Pilot in toilet!” This is

said we’d stay for a maximum of ten years. So in March 2010, we bade

better in the telling than in the writing, but eventually the pilot finished

farewell to New Zealand and set off on the next stage of our adventure,

his business and the ship altered course to clear us safely.

starting with a 1300-mile ‘hop’ across the Tasman Sea to Bundaberg from where we began the long march up the coast and round to

Most days, the weather was kind to us and we had great downwind

Darwin. Australia is a very big country! We didn’t sail every single day,

sailing, with Tamoure recording speeds as never before. She’d had a

but it still took 66 of them to cover 2000 miles.

big refit in New Zealand in 2009 and we could almost hear her saying: “Mum, Dad – this is what I’m good at!” as we regularly tore along at

This was a trip which I (as navigator, and generally an anxious person!)

8 knots. That’s fast for us! Our philosophy (not 100 per cent successful,

was apprehensive about, but contrary to expectations, it wasn’t

as we were to experience once closer to the squall-ridden Equator) is to

unpleasant at all. The route, on paper and electronically, looks nerve-

avoid stressful situations whenever possible. “Stress will find you

wracking, winding through reef-strewn shallows, constantly dodging big

anyway,” proclaims the skipper, “no point in seeking it out.” With this in

ships, but the reality wasn’t so bad. Channels are well marked and ships

mind, we sailed more overnight than strictly necessary and avoided

well behaved, though we did have one amusing experience, on a day

possible shortcuts, bypassing both the Escape River and the Gugari Rip.

when the log recorded: ‘Hideous, awful, ghastly day! 100 per cent

Surely there’s a hint in those names!

cloud cover + squalls. Sailing ‘blind’ amongst reefs + shipping lane.’ A 60 to 70-mile sail for us is the tricky one. Much as we hate late Unable to hold our course for long, we gybed and gybed and gybed

afternoon departures, we’d rather sail overnight and arrive in the

again, relying on our new chart plotter to tell us when to do so. This is

morning with good visibility and time in hand, than have the anxiety

something we never do – put all our eggs in one electronic basket!

of not reaching our destination before dark. Reefs and shallows abound

But the reason for not being able to lay the course initially has been the

off the Australian coast and loss of sleep is a small price to pay for peace

source of much laughter ever since. Coming in from the outer shipping

of mind and safety of vessel. The annual trek to Darwin is tough on boats

channel on a NW course was a very large ship, heading straight for us

and crews, many of whom underestimate the stresses of downwind

instead of altering course to keep to starboard, as we expected.

sailing and have much to fix on arrival. We are very cautious; but maybe that’s why we’re still ‘out there’ and motivated after 20 years! »

summer 2013

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