3rd August 2013 - Home

The keys to the boat after the event - slightly rusty !

Merlin goes back into storage late this evening the 3rd. 
Its been a long long journey in only 10 days. 
I learnt so much about driving boats in heavy weather, 
about sea survival, and about myself. 
With the donations that everyone has given, the money raised for the RNLI stands at almost £3,200.00. This is great news and far exceeds my expectations, so I would like to thank everyone who donated, whatever the amount, great or small. 
You have helped make a difference.

....until the next time !

                                

2nd August 2013 - Dingle to errr..... Dingle

With the prospect of a second weather day looming after this one, the thought is crossing my mind that I have to get Merlin back across the Irish Sea. The easiest and cheapest way is to have Stu drive it around the rest of the course and back to Neyland Marina where the car and trailer are parked. There is no indication of a let up in the weather, so I start looking at ways to get back to West Wales. 
With the help of Chris at MBA, I eventually work out a plan. 
Stu and I enlist the help of the Suzuki truck guys, to get to Crosshaven near Cork. We speak with the loacl Suzuki dealer there who hooks us up with a cabbie who will take us all the way to Rosslare in time for the last ferry that night to Pembroke Dock at 8.45 pm.
Its a long way and we make it with 40 minutes to spare. 
The ferry docks at 01.00 am and leaves again to go back to Rosslare at 02.45 am. Just enough time for me to take a taxi to Neyland Marina, hitch up the trailer to the car and get on the 02.45 am sailing. Also with us is a Father and Son team from Belgium whose boat name is Oban. Their boat took a pounding coming into Dingle and is now considered too badly damaged to continue so they are returning for their trailer as well.
By 01.45 am both teams are waiting to board the ferry with trailers in tow.
I take a cabin once onboard and get 3 hours sleep.
The ferry docks at Rosslare at 06.55 am and before long we are rolling through the irish countryside in the direction of Dingle. Just a note on Irish geography, Dingle is on a peninsula. If Dingle was any further west it would be in Manhattan. Its a fair old drive, but we make it by 2.00 pm and proceed to the marina slipway to recover Merlin onto the trailer. Quite a few of the challenge crews still in the event are milling around the pontoons. 

Prepping for the tow back from Dingle, the stainless steel under deck fuel tank has split from the pounding

We winch Merlin up onto the trailer and I undo the bung that drains the bilge.
Pure petrol runs out...lots of it. We have to get some containers to take this fuel, before we can continue draining the bilge. 
Its becoming clear that the huge underfloor stainless steel tank has taken a big impact and split somewhere. This means the definite end of the challenge for Merlin. I flush the spilt gas down the slipway and flush fresh water through the outboard. With the boat settled on the trailer, we set off for Rosslare hoping to catch the 20.45 pm sailing that evening. We make it with 30 minutes to spare. By 01.00 am we are driving off at Pembroke Dock, heading for the North East UK.

Waiting at Rosslare terminal for the 20.45 sailing back to Wales

The Irish adventure over for 2013

1st August 2013 - Fenit to Dingle

The muscle relaxant and painkilling jab are fantastic. I am able to walk carefully and get dressed (luckily Stu had put my kit bag in the ambulance or I would be wearing a dry suit again!). I take a taxi into town and go to the pharmacy to pick up my new prescription painkillers and muscle relaxant, then have the taxi take me out to the marina at Fenit.
The flotilla, including Stu driving Merlin, have left. One of the other small boats has a problem and is still there. Richard, someone I know from the RIB forum, is helping the owner get his problem sorted, but more importantly has a landrover and a plan to go to Dingle that afternoon. I wait with my kit bag in the doorway of the lifeboat station. 
Two of the off duty lifeboat men are there and we get talking. Richard encourages me to tell them what happened to me a few days ago and I get asked in for a coffee ! Nice guys who go to reinforce the importance of my Just Giving page and fund raising for the RNLI.
An hour or so later and after some above and beyond assistance rendered by Richard to the stranded small boat, he is driving me down to Dingle and drops me at my hotel.
Although I am aware of the pain in my back, the drugs I have been given are holding everything in check and making me feel quite normal. All the boats have arrived in Dingle when we get there, including Merlin and Stu is giving it a look over before shutting down. I feel a bit crest fallen, seeing everyone hovering around their boats, but the news is that weather is closing in and tomorrow will be a weather day. Some of the big boats seperated yesterday, three made for a beach and camped, and three stayed in Galway...all due to the atrocious weather conditions. That night in Dingle I join the boys from the Suzuki truck, Richard and Donegal Dan, getting food and some drinks, although strictly non alcoholic for me !

31st July 2013 - Rosmoney Clew Bay to Fenit

8.10 am the minibus taxi picks me up. Its already carrying about 5 or 6 crews and the banter is good. I have hobbled into the shower and taken Ibuprofen, grabbed a sandwich from the B and B breakfast room, and feel a little less like chattering. My back doesnt feel good, and I am wondering how much of a pounding it will take today. 
The skippers breifing is held in the Sailing club, the boats will have to make for Westport first to refuel from the tanker on the quayside. I go and see the guys driving the Suzuki truck (its the only corporate presence on the Challenge and is at every stop) as I will be needing 2 stroke oil for the outboard. She goes through approx 4 litres per 160 litres of fuel. The Fuel and 2 stroke is auto mixed, just have to keep an eye on the oil tank level.
The boys in the truck are super helpful and hook me up with their local dealer who will meet me at the quay in Westport with 12 litres of oil.
Its raining ! for a change ! and the boats speed round to Westport. 
I sneak along the quay wall and into position for fuel, the hose is lowered down and I brim the tanks. The boat smells of fuel more strongly than normal but figure some must have been spilt when refuelling from the cans yesterday.

The fuelling tanker from the Donegal Fuel Company that covered every fuel stop
apart from Dun Laogaire, Bangor and Kilmore Quay

Once fuelled I steer Merlin out through the archipeligo of islands and into clew bay. 
Weather conditions so far are not bad and we can keep up a decent speed.
Then only about 2 miles into the Bay I pick up a lobster pot. 
I had seen the buoy and given it a wide enough 25 yard berth, but the pots here seem to have a lot of floating line and it snags around the outboard leg. I immediately drop the engine into neutral and switch off, and am very fortunate as I stop the prop before the rope gets to it.
I call up Top Hat on the VHF and the flotilla comes to a halt, one of the other boats heads over to help but before he gets there, I am able to untangle the line from the leg and it falls clear. Carefully I start the engine, and everything seems fine. 
We decide to head to Inishbofin Island, at the briefing it was thought worth going to see. 
Its a lonely looking place, with an old fort guarding the harbour that goes back to Cromwell's time. Interestingly enough there are no trees on the island, although there had been previously. Once cut down it was found trees were unable to re-establish themselves. What Inishbofin does have is rain, and some very friendly inhabitants who have come down to the harbour to greet the small boats that have moored themselves against the jetty. We spend a very short 5 minutes looking around and chatting to the locals. They are very interested in the Ribs and quite knowledgeable about them.

Top Hat the safety boat with the impressive SeaWolf rafted alongside

Leaving Inishbofin, we turn south and head for Slyne Head. The weather worsens and more and more I am driving for a soft landing, backing off on the crests more than I normally would, and just letting Merlin's bow fall over the top before powering on across the confused sea behind before letting off for the next crest. Where the crest's are close together, then progress becomes slow. 

Merlin catches some air

The initial plan had been to use the islands - running inside of them - for cover, but the wind is now blowing S / SW and heaping up big confused seas, added to the heavy rain and spray, visibility is very poor at times. Inevitably I get caught out in this watery blindness by two crests and take another bad landing. I feel winded and my back is screaming at me to stop. 

All looking grey - sea and sky

I raise Searider on the VHF and ask Stu to transfer over to Merlin again, there is quite the swell running but that transfer is easy. I radio Paul in Top Hat and ask to come across. It will involve a transfer under way, and the rails on Top Hat are a formidable obstacle, but I know that I cant go on taking the thumps on my boat. Stu gets Merlin alongside Top Hat and I have three attempts at getting onto the larger boat before finally getting through the rails. Its absolute agony, as my back contorts with the effort, and I end up laying on the exposed back deck of Top Hat for a few minutes to recover. 
Paul Glaetzal, the skipper of Top Hat talks to me about an extraction, but a second winch up in a week doesnt appeal at all. I settle in the cabin astride another fender to soften the impacts. Top Hat is a different environment to Freya to say the least. Paul's family is aboard, and his dog. They all look very concerned, and I reason to myself that any Lifeboat extraction won't be any more comfortable than this, so I resolve to just tough it out.  Paul drives Top Hat extremely sympathetically, and tries to minimise the hits - a tough job given the unpredictable swells and crests. The whole flotilla of small boats plug on southwards, over 50 miles to run, at speeds between 8 and 12 knots.
I hold on tight to the table in the cabin, take another Ibuprofen. I am fairly sure I have done something serious to my back, the pain on getting aboard was intense. Sitting on the fender helps a lot, and Paul's family are very engaging which takes my mind off things. The flotilla plugs on, and is heading directly for Loop head. It seems to take forever, and the light is starting to go, beyond Loop head, yet another headland at Kerry Head, and Paul cajoles the small boats along over the VHF. I wonder if Stu can actually hear him as the VHF on Merlin has been waterlogged for the last few days, and I have been using my replacement handheld for communication.
Eventually, Paul leads in the small boats to Fenit as its totally dark now. Just a couple of miles with him leading, and everyone exhausted, trying to maintain contact, driving in line astern. A new voice comes over the VHF from Fenit harbour giving berthing directions. I have stayed in the same position on Top Hat, hands locked around the table for the last 6 hours. As we pull up to the pontoon, Paul talks with the off duty lifeboatmen who are helping with berthing. An ambulance is called and with Top Hat tied up I stay perched on the fender in the cabin until it gets there. 
Its midnight, its raining, and I am heading off to Tralee Hospital A and E breathing Entenox! Not sure if I will be coming back to the challenge at all. On the way there, I answer all the questions being fired at me and supply them with a potted history of the last few days including my ejection and rescue from St Georges Channel. The paramedic is probably marking me down as patient at high risk of harming himself ! 
Its relatively quiet in the hospital and I am wheeled into a bay and gingerly transferred to the bed from the trolley. I spy scissors and stop the nurses from cutting into my very lovely and dear to me dry suit. With some help I get it unzipped, over my head, my arms out and shrug it down, saving it to fight another day !
After an initial examination, I am taken for some x-rays of shoulder, neck and spine.
I realise I am starving, and have eaten nothing for the last 14 hours. Duly, a chicken sandwich arrives, and a glass of water. The news is that the neck/collar bone suffered no 
injury discernable on the x ray during the ejection and the spine just shows a slight compression and they stressed the slight part, on L3. After a painkilling jab and some muscle relaxant I doze a little but its 6.30 am and before long they come round with breakfast and the cheery news that I should stay off boats for the next month while my back heals. Any decision as to whether I can continue has just been made for me.

30th July 2013 - Killybegs to Clew Bay

Skippers meeting is early, but my back seems to be seized and I crawl around like a tortoise for a while. A hot shower and Ibuprofen help. Suited up, I join the others at the quay for the meeting. 

Skippers meeting Killybegs

The weather is Force 4 to 6 - SW to W - so all the talk is of hugging the coast and using whatever land we can for cover. Also using Achill Sound, to cut off Achill Head, but concensus is the tide will be too low even for the small boats. As soon as we leave, Top Hat, which is the small boats safety vessel, has an engine problem and has to return to Killybegs. This is a big loss, the safety vessels are a big confidence boost.
The larger cabin Rib- Freya, assumes the Safety vessel role for the whole flotilla.
We head across Donegal Bay - hugging the Sligo coast and we are able to keep a steady speed, although we are heading directly into the swells. 
I take a few thumps and my back cries enough. Just before Erris Head we shelter behind an island called the Stags. 

Milling about trying to shelter behind Stags Island - Merlin extreme right

Stu, who is riding on Jurgen the German's Searider, has offered to drive Merlin for a spell as he knows my back is hurting, and I decide now is the time. Stu transfers to Merlin, I call up Freya on the VHF and she swings past and picks me up. I settle gingerly onto a fender they have placed on their cushions in the cabin. Its still a few hours left to go, but they zig and zag and generally drive sympathetically, so I dont feel too badly knocked about by the time they arrive in Rosmoney, Clew Bay. Mayo sailing club is throwing a reception for the Round Ireland Rib Challenge, with food, live music and much irish hospitality, however I am looking for Ibuprofen, a hot shower and a ride to Westport to my B and B. Around 11.30 pm I finally get there, back very sore, and collapse on the bed. Pick up is 8.10 am in the morning.

29th July 2013 - Bangor to Killybegs

Drat drat drat .... I missed my alarm call and the 05.00 am small boats departure time.
I scurry out from the B and B, suit up in the marina changing rooms and join the 6.00 am departure time for the big boats. 

Mustering outside Bangor Harbour

At first I am a little anxious about keeping up with them, but with the mid leg fuel stop, I open up the throttle a bit and cruise at around 25 knots. The seas are calm and I am beginning to relax and enjoy the amazing views of the Antrim coast.
We pass between Rathlin Island and the mainland. Rathlin looks peaceful this early in the morning and I must return there for a closer look one day.

We stop at the rope bridge fishermans cottage. there are sea caves here as well.

 Carrick - a - Rede rope bridge

Rope Bridge at Carrick-A-Rede

In tight to the sea cliffs

From here we head on to the Giants Causeway.

In company With RibQuest 1, I pull Merlin in close to the Causeway

Running on from here in company with Ribquest 1 we both contrive to miss the entrance to Lough Foyle !!! and have to ask a passing trawler for directions to our fueling stop at GreenCastle. We meet up with the rest of the flotilla and take on fuel and food.

Looking studious, but actually eating an apple !
Waiting to restart from Greencastle...and yes that is a happy pig on the transom

Merlin is basically a floating gas tank. Around 120 litres in a Stainless steel under deck tank, plus an additional 38 litres in 2 plastic cans that sit under the seat pad at the front of the console.
After leaving GreenCastle - we head north west - through Inishtrahull Sound, and then lose the shelter of the land, and turn south west to run towards Tory Sound and Tory Island, all the time the weather is picking up. 

Heading along the North West coast of Ireland

We pass Bloody Foreland (nice) and head full on into some bad weather. I am struggling to maintain the pace of the bigger boats at this point. SeaWolf - a 10 meter offshore Humber Rib slows to my pace. 

Seawolf keeps tabs on Merlin in the distance

Pushing on past Aran Island, I take 3 big thumps in succession, and a short while later the boat takes a huge thump as it comes off a wave, which in the spray and poor visibility I hadn't had time to react to. It feels like someone sticking a knife in my spine. I am winded, and cant even get a yelp of pain out. 
I am off the gas and just sitting upright in the boat. Seawolf comes over to check on me.
They pass on that the small boats group is very close now and suggest I go over and join them. 
I pull myself together and adrenaline takes over. 10 minutes later I am slogging along through the weather with the small boats at a realistic pace. The bad seas continue, lumpy confused, as Merlin crests a wave and drops into the trough, the spray thrown up at the front of the boat is picked up on the quarter by the wind and thrown straight at me. The amount of spray hitting the visor on my Gecko prevents me seeing clearly and again I stuff the boat a few times. (Later in Killybegs some wag has the answer to that problem ..... "get a cabin"- doh!)
The bad weather continues until we can turn East at Malin Head and run into Donegal Bay heading for Killybegs. We ride along on a following sea, this in itself is tricky to drive and requires concentration to avoid the wave behind catching you up. Finally after 180 miles at sea and 14 hours, we pull into Killybegs and spot the refueling trucks on the quay. As I wait my turn at the pumps, my back realises its got no reason to ignore my brain and starts to spasm. 

Arriving in Killybegs

Waiting my turn for fuel

By the time I have rafted up (badly) with the other boats and struggled up to the top of the ladder I am really feeling it, but I check the skippers meeting time and must eat as am starving. Finally I collapse into the bed at the Tara Hotel on the quayside. The rumour mill is suggesting tomorrow's weather may be too bad to continue, but I know not to pay too much attention, the weather in Ireland will always surprise you given a few days.

All the boats rafted up at Killybegs - Merlin is extreme left.