fast and slow to Cork

We set out from Howth Marina with gusty wind and a passing squall. Getting out of the slip created a challenge as Tioga does not respond well to quick, agile movements while in reverse. No worries! The captain rigged a line on the aft pier after sending over the line with a fender to Tioga. Max, our new crew mate, was quickly engaged in an expert maneuver to get us off the dock as he managed the stern line from the aft pier and pulled us safely backward while the captain managed reverse in a controlled manner. As we swung around to get underway, Max released the line and jumped back on the boat with grace and finesse — we all cheered as this maneuver was flawlessly executed and there was no embarrassing Hafenkino. Now why cant someone be looking on when we exercise such precision at the dock?

The sail past the Dublin Bay was met with much wind and choppy waves where the crew got ready for the overnight sail to beat the ebb tide at Carnsore Pt. We experienced 5-8 ft swells as we navigated separation zones reserved for large ships and tankers. As some tried to settle down below to sleep in preparation for their shift, Linda, Max and the Captain got more than a wee bit wet in the cockpit. Once past the Bay, the Irish Sea settled and we landed at our midway point by 8:15am.

After a nice brunch of eggs, bacon and breakfast sausages, we set out for Cork at 2:30pm. Our Westerly sail toward Cork was spectacular. We had good wind and then no wind, but successfully navigated the emerald Celtic Sea and landed in Crosshaven in Cork Harbour at 7am — right on schedule as we have Houdini aboard who has mastered the winds, tides, and currents. During the overnight sail, we experienced warm winds and shooting stars, including one that burst in explosion. Throughout our journey here, the Emerald Isle greeted us in all passages with the warmest of welcomes!

Today, the girls bid Ireland goodbye (with a Mimosa toast, of course) as they venture off to Germany, Duxbury, and Nahant, and Captain and Max ready Tioga for the next crew. The genoa needs a mend for the continued coastal sail to Kinsale, and then the longer voyage to Spain. Slainte!

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Dublin

After all  the failed attempts to fix something yesterday, Dan and Philip were hoping to turn things around and buy the needed pipe connectors to fix the leaking hot water line.
However, even that trip to the chandlery did not achieve its goal.
While Philip went to Dublin to get his sightseeing fix, Dan and Corinna used the available spare parts and did indeed fix the problem.
We all meet in Dublin for dinner and a decent pub crawl through the Temple Bar district.
Fantastic atmosphere with endless options to listen to live music, sample drinks, dance and even have a cocktail in what we called a speak-easy, ie a bar without any outside signs that we came across by accident.
Dublin is truly worth a visit.

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Howth

After a very nice day in the sun with perfect broad reaching conditions, the wind slowly calmed down and we ended up having to motor the rest of the night to Howth.
Howth is one of the northern suburbs of Dublin and home to the Howth Yacht Club.
Howth Yacht Club is a very active club and famous for being the home of the world’s oldest one-design racing keelboat class, the Howth Seventeen Footer.
We found a berth by 7am and were welcomed by the yacht club’s receptionist. Facilities very good and internet fast.
Philip and Dan tried to refill the by now empty LPG tank (of the two we carry) but without success. Getting hold of one of the three local sailmakers to strengthen one of the genoa’s lashings or to find appropriate replacement batteries for our housebank (they are not holding the charge very long anymore) also turned out fruitless.
Anyways,
none of the items very critical and we moved on.
The girls took the 30 min train to Dublin (where they met our Norwegian friends yet again – showing how small of a world we live in) while Dan and Philip took care of business work.

In the evening (after watching some of the Seventeen Footer races) we met with the Vice Commodore and exchanged burgees.
A nice meal in a local restaurant rounded off the day.

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