The water boils at La Plate lighthouse that marks the passage between the Raz du Seine Ile de Seine and the Cape Pointe du Raz. I'm late. While I control RIKKI Tikki by the hair-raising power and wind wave I see in the background, the picturesque Bay of Trepasses. Looking out to sea from the beach there, the sight is similar picturesque, nothing suggests the one hand the difficult conditions of the passage. Besides the name, perhaps, Trepasses means "the deceased". The tidal flow in the Raz du Seine reached about the average speed of my boat and one hour prior to my arrival tilted in the opposite direction. I just come by and is now two and a half hours before the wind on the waves to surf my destination. I'm on the way to the start of Douarnenez Trophée Marie-Agnes Peron, a 200-mile solo race. Here again I'm late. Strong winds and high waves had forced me into the night before an unplanned stop in Concarneau, now it will be close to the deadline for the extensive security checks, it is unclear whether I can run at all. The preparations I need to essential limit, I'm actually already before the launch at the end.
bending Two days later I was in the opposite direction in the strait, the price of the Trophée lead twice through the Raz du Seine. Somehow came on the eve of the moment also the last major problem was solved. "No more excuses" Dan had said of Mini 312th Now I look at the sad picture presented itself to me. With changing light winds only three boats the way have made it here in time to be pushed by the tides still flow through the Raz. The bulk of the fleet is scattered to the north-west. Some have committed all available lines to each other and threw the anchor, it looks like from the other as if they would drive off. There is no danger that drives a water from the passage out and you can have a fresh start. A few hours later. As everyone probably others before me I try to following the flow Atlas only possible way: around the first ledge, a sheet by the Baie de Trepasses, where the current is very small, and then close approach to the rock to the lighthouse, at the last possible moment enter into the flow and hope that the wind is enough to get past. Will I make the passage, I have a very good position in the upper middle. But the wind calms down again, I also get stuck, break off in time to try the boat immediately to maneuver in the bay back to await a good opportunity for a fresh start. After twenty minutes I manage that and only a short time later he is there, the necessary wind. Hectic all at the same time pull the spinnaker or raise the anchor, about a half hour it takes to get out of the worst is out, a stone's throw away.
The Night and the following day are characterized by rotating and light winds. And my part of the sequence wrong tactical decisions. In the darkness, even some boats had come up from behind to recognize only the faster migrating position lights. The reason for the difference in speed is a missed necessary Sail changes. It reveals itself to me until dawn between the Iles des Glénans and the Ile de Groix from Lorient as competitors to recognize them are. It is really much more difficult at night to the changing conditions to react appropriately. As a result, I try to wind line to line in wind direction Ile de Groix shimmy and myself more and more closer to the mainland. There, I hope a bit of thermals, which compensates for the slightly longer route, I take it on me. A supposed lesson from the previous Pornichet-Select-regatta. But even here, the tidal currents play a significant role, like on the first mile in the bay of Douarnenez. Although they do not Wind seem to have pull, some boats in the distance past me.
south of the Ile de Groix the wind freshened for the last few miles to the south marks the route on again, allowing for an hour that for which the class of boat is actually done: fast glide under spinnaker. When I arrive at the turning point north of Belle Isle, it's late afternoon and I almost last. The award ceremony is scheduled for next week, it already seems impossible so far to be back in port. The wind has turned, and the weather forecast predicts about twenty-four hours to sail against the wind. This goes to the substance, physically and mentally. I'm frustrated. The continued French chattering on the FM radio makes me almost mad. Hardly a slot to itself to spark again. The race committee has spread some news I did not understand, and I would like to ask in English again. Fragmented I understand how exchange instead Fischer recipes and talk about their wives. Moreover, one has the feeling that some French participants to rate their tactics with each other. I turn on the autopilot and set my alarm sleep for forty minutes. A convenient value for the sleep stages. Twenty-four hours later
am I again just before the lighthouse La Plate. This time I'm too early, the tidal current is always still directed against me, but the wind is enough to bring me as usual by the restless waves. In the Bay of Audierne I had delivered once again a small battle with Tolga Pamir. And lost. Two apples and a banana all day were more than enough to bring energy and mental clarity for it. As I surf the last second last about two hours, the waves towards Douarnenez down. Until about ten knots, the speedometer sometimes displays and slightly offset the hardships of the past two days. When I put in the port, I can already hear the speeches for the awards ceremony. The crowds there are cider for a toast, after two sips I'm quite drunk.
bending Two days later I was in the opposite direction in the strait, the price of the Trophée lead twice through the Raz du Seine. Somehow came on the eve of the moment also the last major problem was solved. "No more excuses" Dan had said of Mini 312th Now I look at the sad picture presented itself to me. With changing light winds only three boats the way have made it here in time to be pushed by the tides still flow through the Raz. The bulk of the fleet is scattered to the north-west. Some have committed all available lines to each other and threw the anchor, it looks like from the other as if they would drive off. There is no danger that drives a water from the passage out and you can have a fresh start. A few hours later. As everyone probably others before me I try to following the flow Atlas only possible way: around the first ledge, a sheet by the Baie de Trepasses, where the current is very small, and then close approach to the rock to the lighthouse, at the last possible moment enter into the flow and hope that the wind is enough to get past. Will I make the passage, I have a very good position in the upper middle. But the wind calms down again, I also get stuck, break off in time to try the boat immediately to maneuver in the bay back to await a good opportunity for a fresh start. After twenty minutes I manage that and only a short time later he is there, the necessary wind. Hectic all at the same time pull the spinnaker or raise the anchor, about a half hour it takes to get out of the worst is out, a stone's throw away.
The Night and the following day are characterized by rotating and light winds. And my part of the sequence wrong tactical decisions. In the darkness, even some boats had come up from behind to recognize only the faster migrating position lights. The reason for the difference in speed is a missed necessary Sail changes. It reveals itself to me until dawn between the Iles des Glénans and the Ile de Groix from Lorient as competitors to recognize them are. It is really much more difficult at night to the changing conditions to react appropriately. As a result, I try to wind line to line in wind direction Ile de Groix shimmy and myself more and more closer to the mainland. There, I hope a bit of thermals, which compensates for the slightly longer route, I take it on me. A supposed lesson from the previous Pornichet-Select-regatta. But even here, the tidal currents play a significant role, like on the first mile in the bay of Douarnenez. Although they do not Wind seem to have pull, some boats in the distance past me.
south of the Ile de Groix the wind freshened for the last few miles to the south marks the route on again, allowing for an hour that for which the class of boat is actually done: fast glide under spinnaker. When I arrive at the turning point north of Belle Isle, it's late afternoon and I almost last. The award ceremony is scheduled for next week, it already seems impossible so far to be back in port. The wind has turned, and the weather forecast predicts about twenty-four hours to sail against the wind. This goes to the substance, physically and mentally. I'm frustrated. The continued French chattering on the FM radio makes me almost mad. Hardly a slot to itself to spark again. The race committee has spread some news I did not understand, and I would like to ask in English again. Fragmented I understand how exchange instead Fischer recipes and talk about their wives. Moreover, one has the feeling that some French participants to rate their tactics with each other. I turn on the autopilot and set my alarm sleep for forty minutes. A convenient value for the sleep stages. Twenty-four hours later
am I again just before the lighthouse La Plate. This time I'm too early, the tidal current is always still directed against me, but the wind is enough to bring me as usual by the restless waves. In the Bay of Audierne I had delivered once again a small battle with Tolga Pamir. And lost. Two apples and a banana all day were more than enough to bring energy and mental clarity for it. As I surf the last second last about two hours, the waves towards Douarnenez down. Until about ten knots, the speedometer sometimes displays and slightly offset the hardships of the past two days. When I put in the port, I can already hear the speeches for the awards ceremony. The crowds there are cider for a toast, after two sips I'm quite drunk.
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