Sailing the Bessie Ellen around Cornwall

Biscay – Sailing South to Cascais

 

I came up on watch this morning just as we rounded Cape Finisterre in Galicia, breathed a sigh of relief that the corner had been turned and a new course of 180 (S). A misty dawn, the sky filled with spray from the vast Nw’ly swell crashing on the rocky shore. Small fishing boats harvesting the sea greet us with waves and cheers – Galicia, the maritime blood of Spain.

It seems weeks ago that we left our home of Fowey and started out on the first leg of our journey to the Western Canaries. Ophelia and Brian managed to hold us up for a while, sitting out the first in Falmouth then making a mad dash across the channel with some big seas but a good wind to carry us over to Ouessant. In fact, so fast was our passage that the chosen port of Camaret to escape Brian was bypassed and the crew headed on round the Point du Raz and into Concarneau.

Concarneau – an old fishing town and “Ville Close” to you and me, a walled city offering protection and a good berth for a gale. A good French friend of many years, Clementine, whom I sailed with on Anna Rosa, organised a secure berth with the port officials and our enforced visit began with a beer in the charming  square. The bustle of life here is seriously diminished now – few fishing boats adorn the quays and there seems very little happening now the tourist season is over. Not to worry – more room for us in the Hotel Grand Voyageur that became our rendez-vous for a cider and a laugh – although Karina could not resist a chocolate crêpe.

Four days waiting for a window in the weather and spirits tend to get low – it is always difficult to explain to those not used to a life at sea that they would not like a strong gale in Biscay and 6 metre seas. They see the adventure of it all, the challenge but perhaps not the responsibility. Sailing also incorporates the art of travelling and exploring new cultures as much as trimming a jib or standing watch. Those times will come and they did, we set off at a storming rate, all sail set with a stiff F5 and slipping along at a fair 8.0kts.

The favourable breeze did not last, and come sundown the Iron topsail began her steady rhythm. Gentle rolling and a night as black as pitch set in while dolphins jostled for a ride on the bow wave. One sight of which you can never tire, these silver darts as lit by the bioluminescence that abounds in these waters. The crossing of the continental shelf saw them bid their farewells and our ship sailed on towards the Spanish coast.

Monday was a frustrating day, opposing winds and a huge swell left by Brian set into Biscay, we tacked a few times trying to find the most comfortable course, but really not worth the effort.  Life was a rolling deck!  Tuesday and the world was perfect – now in the warm sunshine with good sightings of three large whales and countless dolphins.  The mountains along the coast rose up in the sunrise only to disappear in the midday haze.  By evening, the lights of Coruna lit the horizon, but our enemy, the swell was back, the ship wallowing in the vast troughs with little or no wind.  The main sail is taking it well, but the strain on the gear in such conditions makes me worry – all this rolling about and flapping.   Maybe you ask why the sail is up?  To reduce the rolling even more.  The slab of canvas reduced the motion – at least a little.

Wednesday morning, today and bread is baking in the ovens and a new course of South – Cascais is closer but we still have 240 NM to go and planes to catch.

Summer 2017 Round Up

Well, here we are on our way south to the Canaries after being back in Fowey for a fortnight. We’ve had quite a season in Scotland – a longer one than normal but well worth the extra few weeks. Back home in Cornwall we made final preparations before starting our journey to Tenerife for the winter. One afternoon Bessie Ellen was slipped at the shipyard in Polruan for caulking and painting. The crew, Karina and Jonny Barley, a local Polruan lad went through the rig while Pete organised the new menus for the voyage south. There seemed so much to do before we left but we’ve got everything ready in time, so I thought I would recap some of the summer as I have neglected writing for quite a while.
Dolphins in Scotland
Dolphins at Breachacha
It’s hard to know where to start really. So much goes on every week throughout the year, but one of the real highlights has to be a display of bottlenose dolphins in Loch Briachacha, Coll. During an early evening in May, these wonderful creatures came into the small bay and performed for us over three hours; leaping, diving and seemingly genuinely interested in us standing on deck chatting with them. I couldn’t get over this display – it seemed if I knocked on the hull with a belaying pin, the sound transferred through the hull and charmed them to perform more. I’ve honestly never seen anything like it, and as you can imagine, I’ve seen my fair share of dolphins from on board Bessie! If you take a look at Octobers Coast Magazine, Sian Lewis captured the moment perfectly. Then, on our final voyage in September, the same pod joined us in Staffa and escorted us down to Iona, which felt like a proper send off from our friends.

Other wildlife highlights included a super display of young eagles tumbling together off Ulva, and our own seal in Canna harbour who, while Adam was fishing, was intent on being given the catch. I don’t know why he didn’t fish himself, but the seal would wait until I fed him from the ship (Video from Nikki). Basking sharks were harder to place this year, but sailing across the Minch one calm evening, I believe a humpback breached not half a mile from the ship. Minke whales and a close encounter with a very large stag were also unbelievable moments for those that were in the right place at the right time – as Bessie often seems to have the luck to be!

The Brazils, a family of music
Music and the sea often go hand-in-hand, and this year we were treated to some very special guests who came aboard with a multitude of instruments to entertain. With an accordion, mandolin guitar and even a large penny whistle, the father and son duo played beautifully during the voyage. Performing an array of traditional melodies, both during sailing and entertaining us in the evenings, they taught us to sing chorus for a range of tunes. The saloon was soon alive with the notes of “ Little Pot Stove” and many others, everyone thoroughly enjoying the Brazils’ obvious talent for music.
Dinner in the saloon of a tall ship
Sailing with Eda Frandsen in the Outer Hebrides
Although there are a number of other traditional boats working in the Hebrides, it’s a rare moment that we sail together. This year our voyage crossed paths with Eda Frandsen, owned and operated by some friends of ours from Cornwall. From the anchorage at Canna Harbour, we sailed together over the Minch to Loch Skiport, South Uist on a decent reach, arriving just as the mists and rain descended off the slopes of Hecla. Upon reaching a safe harbour, both guests and crew enjoyed a lively Ceilidh down aboard Bessie Ellen, stomping out a very rough Strip the Willow late into the night. The following day it was all hands on deck, setting sail for a race up the inside of the Hebrides to Harris. We flew: 7-8-9 knots the topsail was set, storming up the coast with a bone in her teeth. At the end of the day, both ships settled to anchor off Ensay’s white sand beach on the Atlantic coast. Although cloudy, a few brave souls chanced the icy waters to swim to each others’ boats, but the biggest surprise was Pete! Our chef, after squeezing himself into an undersize wetsuit, took the plunge and swam over to Eda, only to be hauled onboard by James, utterly exhausted. He swiftly declared that there would be no more swimming till the Canaries!

Discovering new places – Loch Tarbert and Duich and a brief stop at Camusfearnna
This season, with longer and more frequent voyages than ever before, our adventures took us to new places that have quickly become firm favourites. On a chance circumnavigation of Skye, with the weather closing in, a decision was taken to anchor down by Eilean Donan castle. This impressive building has been the star of many movies, including Highlander and one of the Bond films. The guests were so taken by their shore visit that I missed the tide for passing Kyle Rhea, so we instead set off down Loch Duich to anchor under the 5 Sisters of Kintail. The following morning, when the early morning mists hung below the mountaintops creating a mystical atmosphere, we were all taken aback at the spectacular scenery. Who needs to travel far when there is such an amazing landscape on the doorstep?

I found another gem within Loch Nevis, where we came across Tarbert, a small, beautiful bay with a good anchorage. Tarbet offers a short walk over to Loch Morar, which boasts the title of deepest freshwater loch in Europe, and is said to be home to Morag, a loch monster that lies in wait for victims. We didn’t see her this time, but some of our tough guests risked it and bravely swam in the dark and icy waters of the loch.

One place I have always longed to visit is Gavin Maxwell’s island of Sandaig in the Sound of Sleat. Here, on a perfectly dreich morning, I had the opportunity to get ashore and wander the paths where Mijbil and Edal were so at home. This place, a place like no other I have visited in the islands, lay utterly peaceful in the quiet of the morning – the brown brook babbled and the winds in the tree tops gave a strange air to this memorable place. Where the house once stood now stands a memorial stone to Gavin, and under the tree, the otters grave surrounded by shells gave a fitting resting place for Edal.

Scotland wildlife and scenery
Oban new pontoons
It is with long awaited excitement that Oban now has a North Pier Marina. This will make life much easier for all our customers (and us), as we will no longer need to negotiate steep ladders and climb over berthed ships to reach Bessie. Argyll & Bute council commissioned the concrete Pontoons in July, and they have already been a great success to all the charter vessels operating in Oban.

Instagram & Facebook
Social media has become a huge part of our lives, and most interest is generated through images and videos taken from on board Bessie. As I am notoriously terrible at taking pictures, perhaps I may ask anyone who has travelled on board Bessie to send us theirs? It’s a great help to be able to give a real picture of what life is like on board the ship. Thank you!

Lowlights
You may have noticed a substantial lack of news during June. Unfortunately, poor Bessie Ellen suffered a fractured propeller shaft during tour month – a long sail-training event for MAST charity. It was during our weekly maintenance checks in Greenock that a hairline fracture appeared in the flange, where the shaft attaches to the gearbox. Carefully, we made our way motorsailing back to the Clyde to find a ship repair yard that would be able to undertake the job as fast as possible.

The schooner Johanna Lucretia very helpfully carried all our trainees on to Belfast, and continued for Bessie Ellen in her absence. Eventually, a suitable yard was found in Garvel Clyde, and they were on the case immediately. On the morning of our arrival, the damaged piece was removed without having to have a lift out. With that done, it was still a week to turn a new shaft, even though it was only 2ft long, arriving just in time for Bessie Ellen to head on back to Oban to continue her charters.
Puffins in the hebrides

Gourmet Galley | Fish Stew

So many of you have asked us to share our recipes with you, and this one was a favourite dish this year. Nikki made it up, but it is essentially a Mediterrenean fish dish, making the most of the fresh seafood available to us.

Fish Stew

Ingredients (serves 6)

2 Onions

1 bulb garlic grated

Stick of ginger, grated

1tbsp ground coriander

2 tsp cumin

1 tsp paprika

White wine or vermouth – I use 1/2 bottle

2 cans passata

2 tbsp tomato puree

Any white fish or shellfish that your fishmonger has on offer.

To finish

12 langoustines

1 kg mussels

Large bunch flat leaf parsley chopped

  • Fry your onions and garlic with the ginger with a good plug of olive oil until soft.
  • Add the dry spices, cook out for about 2 minutes staring constantly.
  • Now chuck in the passata, puree and wine, the amount should be to make a good sauce and really depends on you – reduce down for about 40 minutes.
  • Skin and bone your fish, and place it on the sauce and cover with foil to steam through until firm and not over cooked.
  • Before the end of cooking, throw the mussels and langoustines on top and steam for a few minutes until cooked through, then throw on the parsley before serving.
  • Best with local boiled potatoes with butter!

Dinner in the saloon of a tall ship

Retracing Brendan’s Footsteps

Martha and Sarah recount their recent voyage with Bessie Ellen

Within half an hour of boarding Bessie Ellen, we found ourselves peeling the potatoes for dinner over the side of the ship. After being educated on the finer points of carrot dicing, we were treated to tea and cake before being introduced to our fellow sailing companions for the week on a voyage from Oban to Liverpool. All of them were solo travellers – some of whom were regular sailors with the ship.

Once the safety briefings were completed, the ship’s complement was divided into three watches and given our first lesson about the rigging in preparation for the nightfall ahead. Before we knew it, on shaky legs, we found ourselves out on the bow sprit – whilst underway!! This was our baptism of fire to prepare the jibs for sailing – the names of which we’d only learned moments ago.

The night ahead proved to be a hairy one, and there is nothing like jumping in at the deep end especially when you are at sea (notably all hands being called on deck at midnight to reef the mainsail as the winds increased off the mountains of Jura).
Sunset from tall ship Bessie Ellen in Oban

Over the week we found ourselves singing together in the bars of Islay, taking warm and welcome showers in Bangor (NI), eating ice creams in Peel and watching the TT motorbike races in Douglas. I was even asked to cut the cooks hair on deck, as he said the wind was in the right direction. By this time we felt like seasoned sailors, despite the fact we were occasionally still being cursed for picking up the wrong rope.

If you want a holiday away from the usual, a week (or two) on Bessie Ellen will be just that. Test your bow from stern, port from starboard – you will soon be corrected if you are facing the wrong direction. Our passage voyage was a hands on adventure and with great crew, fabulous food and lots to learn and was endless fun.

P.S Blog writing interrupted by skipper putting us to work. Happy Sailing!

NAUTICAL TERMS:

Old Salt – geriatric sailor

Hallyard – The rope next the one you are holding

Bare Away – We are passing a naturist camp

Dog watch – Crufts

Fully reefed – The result of too many splits

Mizen – where we are on Friday night

Euan – Looe, Cornwall

C0-authored by Martha, 28, a teacher from London, and Sarah, 30, a scientist from Liverpool.

Volcanoes on the edge of the Atlantic

A voyage in the Canaries aboard Bessie Ellen is so far away from the usual winter sun packages. You will be amazed at just how much diversity there is here in the far western group of islands offering you a very different winter  break.

Situated 180NM off the coast of Morocco, the western islands of Tenerife, La Palma, Gomera and El Hierro rise out of a sparkling cerulean sea and provide a a second home to Bessie Ellen. I have spent many winters here, and would be thrilled to sail with you to discover your own Canary Adventure.

None of our voyages run to an itinerary but if I provide an introduction to what you can expect, you will then be able to create your own unique experience

All the voyages will start and finish in the modern marina of San Miguel.  Chosen for its proximity to the airport and the shelter of the waters, it provides an ideal location as an embarkation point, giving a gentle start to your holiday.

Dolphin sailing next to Bessie Ellen

Whales and dolphins are abound here and none are more easy to find than the Pilot whale.  Not a true whale, but a species of dolphin, these quiet and gentle mammals are easy to spot in the calm waters under Tenerife.  As you set sail, the whales come close to the ship in large pods of up to 20.  They float or “log” on the surface in these groups, diving up to 2000 ft to feed on squid that live at great depth. Other whales of the larger species can be found to the south of Gomera and include Brydes, Fin and Sperm whales. Supper happy dolphins are easier to spot, the playful bottlenose form groups around the Masca cliffs, providing a great chance for you to photograph these incredible creatures in still, crystal clear waters. Spinner and Atlantic spotted dolphins tear out of the waves alongside us as under full sail, Bessie Ellen reaches up to 9 knots sailing between the islands.

The islands shelve very quickly into the sea and provide little in the way of snorkelling reefs, but there are a few spots to spend some time drifting on the swell, watching jewelled fish swim along the white rocky bottom.  If you are lucky, there are some spots where you can swim with manta ray and turtles.   

Sunset in the Canaries credit Gemma Turner

Leaving the glittering sea behind, it’s time to travel inland to visit some of the greener islands, and to get there, we sail.  Whether you are a seasoned sailor or have yet to set foot on a boats deck, part of the thrill of your holiday is taking part in hauling up sails and handling the ship’s Helm (wheel), learning some navigation and watching the ocean miles slip away. Over the horizon lie new lands ready to welcome you to their own ocean paradise.

My favourite island is La Palma, so green and unspoilt by commercial tourism and retaining the historical towns of 400 years ago.  There are two ports to choose from here, Tazacorte in the west where the banana plantations reach the shore and the black sand beaches offer inviting cool waters to swim after a hot day; or the more genteel capital of Santa Cruz, a typical  colonial  merchant town strung out along the shore, flanked by green mountains which soar up into the clouds. Although a little cooler, the city is a great place to wander through, sample some local wine and cheese or even take part in one of the many festivals held here.  A typical stopover here will include a day up at the top of the massive crater for a decent walk and stretch of the legs.  The crew hire a van and drive you to the very top of Taburiente, 2,400 meters above the sea.  This outstanding national park provides some great walks of different distances and levels of difficulty.  I know the area well now and choose the easier route passing round the edge of the caldera where the views are vertical to the sea below.  On a clear day you can even see Bessie Ellen in the marina. At the end of a 2 hour hike/ walk, the crew arrive with a picnic lunch before driving you back down the mountain, through the cloud forests of juniper and laurel. Take a brief dip in the waterfall before heading back to the ship for a dinner of something amazing from the local markets here.  Now, if you are not well and truly tired, and you should be, there are plenty of salsa bars in the towns to enjoy until the small hours.

View of the Canary islands

I am a great believer in the ship as a mode of transport set to arrive at unique places and explore. Gomera is one of these little gems of islands where you really feel you can relax.  I call it flip-flop island, a place where life runs at a much slower pace.  The island is small and public transport routes, combined with well structured walks, mean you can see much of the island in one day.  The top of Gomera is ringed by the cloud forest.  Stone peaks named by the Guanches with mythical names rise up out of terraced hillsides.  Palms and canes rustle in the breeze as you pass by on well worn tracks and, if you are lucky, you will hear the local whistling language, a language of trilling notes used as a way of communicating between the deep ravines and valleys.  From the lush green at the top, the landscape changes as you reach further down towards the sea becoming dryer and less fertile.  Cactus and lizards bake in the sun and the sea surrounding you, beckons for a swim.

As with La Palma, there are two very different places we visit.  The small town of San Sebastian is just delightful and is steeped in history – Columbus stopped here on all his explorations to the new world to take water and little his fleet.  He also had a lover here which may explain why! Life in town is simple, the gaily painted streets lead to a shaded square which seems to be the hub of local life.  Nothing can be more pleasing than watching the world go by here…that is if the crew let you! San Sebastian has become the beach of choice for our internship game of Frisbee. Played out on the sand at the edge of the bay, the townsfolk cheer as the Bessie Ellen arrives for a highly competitive game that is a cross between frisbee and rugby. Not for the fainthearted, and perhaps after a few bruises it’s time for a swim and a cold beer.

Sitting on the bow sprit

Sailing round the coast passing scorched red cliffs, the next stop is to explore the 18th century tuna factory, nestled at the bottom of a steep barranco. The ruined buildings are worth a visit and the fishing from our deck is just perfect. Sometimes we barbecue here as the suns rays bathe the beach in hot sun till late in the afternoon. Onwards to Vueltas and Valle Gran Rey, or valley of the great King.  And it is here, once the anchor is down you can dive out of the rigging into those velvet waters, cooling off after a hot day.  Snorkelling with manta rays is great here, plus there is the opportunity to walk up the verdant valley to steep cool waterfalls.  Once night falls, the stars here just glisten against the black sky.  The cool air is perfect to lie and gaze aloft, taking pictures and understanding ancient constellations. Why not indulge in a midnight swim under this starlit sky, which is mirrored with the stars below as the bioluminescence bursts into life and we float on an ocean of space.

El Hierro is far to the south and with the prevailing wind this island proves hard to reach. Restingua at the southern end made headlines recently when the underwater volcano erupted continuously for about 5 months. Now it has settled, this small community is a quiet place and it is here we get the best fish. Giant fish, wahoo and kingfish nearly two meters long chase brightly coloured lures. Tuna and bonito are exciting to catch and perhaps with help to land it will be your fish dinner today! Flying fish leap joyously from the waves, a sliver of silver against the onyx of the lava. Above though, a totally different world awaits. Small farms with sheep and goats range the lush green valleys, and it is this island that provides all the others with vegetable produce not imported. The bus runs from Puerto Estaca and along with children and chickens, the ride is exhilarating.

So, that’s my Canary life, but there is always more to explore and share with others, so if you find this your kind of adventure, why not give me a ring to talk over possibilities?

Lunch in a Spanish square on the Canaries

Sailing and the Single Traveller

I have spent some time over the last few weeks, taking a closer look at the demographic of our customer base, noticing that many of you are single travellers. For those of you who are yet to voyage with us, a holiday afloat on board Bessie Ellen offers a new travel experience filled with various outdoor pursuits, meeting new people and combining a greener way to travel with comfort and adventure.

It can be a little daunting taking the first steps in to something new so I will endeavour to interpret life on board Bessie Ellen, from first impressions to a typical day at sea;

From the moment you step on board the ship it becomes your floating home. Because we are focused on safety, and the crew are well aware that not everyone is nautical, the first thing we aim to do is teach you the ropes and terminology, thereby, enhancing your ability to take a more active role in your exciting new adventure. Most people are surprised how quickly they get the hang of it.

Day to day, we tend not to follow a strict itinerary, instead sailing to where the wind and weather dictates. Cruises are generally around islands where there is so much to see and explore, meaning that the day is frequently broken up by joining in with new found friends to set foot on deserted islands or land upon secluded beaches for a stroll and a picnic.

Evenings generally find us anchored up in an idyllic spot to enjoy some great food, story telling and possibly live music followed by a beer or glass of wine on deck to soak up the ambience, views and often breathtaking sunsets. Experience has taught us that this memory making leads to some of your fellow guests becoming lifelong friends with whom you will enjoy other adventures in the future.

If you have any queries about a voyage on board Bessie Ellen, then please do get in touch with myself, Nikki – I look forward to hearing from you.

Scottish sunset Frances Trainer

Gourmet Galley | Moules Marinière

We love to forage for free food, and mussels are bountiful and easy to find in Scotland – but make sure you watch out for the friendly seals!

Wherever you are in the UK, there will be mussels abound, but, as the story goes, only eat them when there is an “R” in the month. Before cooking, drop them in a bucket of cold water for about 4 hours so they rid themselves of grit. Clean the shells from any barnacles, remove the beard and wash in cold water.

Moules marinières

Ingredients (serves two)

2 good handfuls of mussels

1 onion, peeled and finely diced

2 garlic cloves, finely diced

1 glass white wine

3–5 sprigs of curly parsely

Knob of butter and a glug of olive oil (1 tbsp)

Salt and pepper

  • Melt the butter and olive oil in a large saucepan (which has a lid)
  • Add the garlic a few minutes later, so you don’t burn it, then the mussels and wine
  • Put on the lid on and leave to simmer, keeping an eye on the mussels to see when they start to open. This will take around 10–15 minutes.
  • Remove the lid and taste the juice to see if it needs seasoning, add your chopped parsley and voila – a feast fit for a king.
  • Remember to discard any mussels which are still closed at the end. Another method is to use exactly the same ingredients but steam the mussels in a large pan until open. Drain, then when cooled, pop the mussel out of the shell and add to the pan of ready cooked onion, garlic and parsley. Serve with a hunk of buttery bread, preferably on a beach somewhere remote.

Moules mariniere

Bessie Ellen Winter 1910 Sail Cargo

log book, bowsprit and old photo

As most of us are preparing for the mad Christmas mayhem during the months of December,  I took the opportunity to look back through Bessie Ellen’s old log books to see what was going on in 1910. Although this is the season of good cheer and all that, this book shows our little ship plying her trade through the Celtic sea to Cornwall.

An excerpt from 106 years ago reads:

’30/11/1910 …for the Shipper Acton’s of Kinsale, Eire, Bessie Ellen loaded 95 ton of oats for a Mr Tonkin of Penzance, arriving 2nd December 1910.’ Judging by the tonnage, I would imagine that the cargo was loaded into sacks rather than as a bulk cargo. Oats are a relatively light cereal cargo and in damp weather (rain, snow) or heavy seas, the cargo must be protected from moisture, since wetting or damp may ruin the consignment. I have no record of the weather that year, but it seems the ship made a slow passage down to Penzance, the distance being only 200NM. Looking at the timing of the passage, perhaps she was up against prevailing SW’lies that are the norm at this time of year.

The above entry for cargo shows Bessie Ellen loading 113 tons of copper ore in Penzance for the shipper Bennello, for a Willam Forbes, the consignee to be discharged in Swansea.

Nowadays with the fantastic web, we can find out so much, and maybe, just maybe, the copper was for the descendants of William Forbes, 1756.  The son of an Aberdeen merchant, he began work as a coppersmith and won a government contract to sheath ships’ hulls in copper. With the fortune he made (equivalent to over $1 billion in today’s terms), he purchased the estates of Callendar and Linlithgow near Falkirk.

Back to our Bessie Ellen. She remained in Penzance for 28 days, perhaps loading the ore, or the Master, John Chichester returning home to Braunton to spend Christmas with his family before sailing from Penzance on 30th December, arriving in Swansea for discharging on 1st January 2011.

Although the voyages were not that fast, they were pretty reliable and at no cost to the environment. The wind was free, and still is, and whilst we may not carry copper or oats these days, we are fully aware of our impact on our oceans and our voyages reflect that.  Today we support and sponsor many sail cargo initiatives focussed on sustainable shipping, community and a fair economy, bringing back the use of our free wind.

Bessie Ellen black and white

 New Dawn Traders is co-creating the Sail Cargo Alliance (SCA) to support a new and growing community interested in shipping ethical cargo under sail. Beyond building viable trade for these sailing vessels, the SCA is committed to setting the highest standards for ethics across the supply chain. This is an alliance of ship owners, brokers, producers and anyone interested in working together in a healthy transport culture.

If you are looking for that elusive gift for someone this Christmas, there can be nothing more festive than a bottle of NEW DAWN rum – with proceeds going toward supporting this worthwhile cause.

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crew working on Bessie Ellen

Winter Volunteers Needed!

After 18 months at sea and 20,000 NM, from N57 55’ to N27 42’ and back again, Bessie Ellen will be laying up in Denmark for a well earned rest at her second home, Ring Andersen’s shipyard in Svendborg. With the ever-growing job list on the table, the workload seems enormous – especially for our small team.

As a result of this, we are after keen volunteers who would jump at the chance to experience working on a classic tall ship, and one of the oldest trading ketches around. We would need you to be aiding us in the ships refit, all while learning new skills and re-discovering old ones. We hope to extend our dynamic team, building on values of friendship and learning to engage in a different, rewarding rhythm of life.

Trainees and crew working on Bessie Ellen

The dates during which we would need this extra help on board are between the 29th September to the 30th November – obviously we wouldn’t be expecting you to work for this whole period, but we do ask for a minimum commitment of two weeks per volunteer so that you can really get your teeth into the work and bond with team.

Food and accommodation will be provided in exchange for your help in overhauling the rigging and spars, engineering maintenance, hull work and renewing carpentry. There will be general skill jobs such as sanding, varnishing and painting, with a few marginally more technical projects like replacing and servicing rigging, creating new crew accommodation, and sorting a new auxiliary generator set. As well as this, Bessie will need a ballast removal and tank testing – and a whole heap more!

As you can gather, it will be a busy time, but providing we have the right team it should all be good fun. If you are well qualified in boat repair and other relevant skills, we do have paid positions available as well – you will be well appreciated.

If you fancy this great opportunity, please do let me know and I can answer your questions and vice versa. Email me with your interests and skills (nikki@bessie-ellen.com), and we will go from there – can’t wait to meet you!

Silhouette of people on pier

Goodbye Caledonia

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Photo: G Sunter

Today, Bessie Ellen safely arrived to her old home here in Logstor, Vesthimmerland, after a voyage of many parts. Our last voyage crew of the season joined their ship up near Fort William for a week passing through the Caledonian Canal, then across the North Sea, finally entering the Limfjord to depart at Aalborg

The first day started with incredible rain, so wet we were all soaked by lunch.  As the day wore on, the highlands lit up with glorious sunshine for us to pass the 9 locks of Neptunes Staircase to the canal proper.  A fast transit meant Bessie Ellen was able to get through Loch Lochy (Had the Scots run out of names when naming this one?)to end the day at Laggan under the emerald hills.  Despite a few midges the night was still and the voyage crew relaxed into the roll of handling the ship.  Day 2 .  Wound our way through the canal and into the mystical Loch Oich(see photo )a day so still the reflections of mountains and water made it hard to navigate.  A lunchtime descent at Fort Augustus and across Loch Ness  – no monster to be seen anywhere in the hot sunshine.  We are enjoying ourselves on the canal and may retire from the sea – so relaxing.

Day 3 Inverness and the call of the sea.  Out we shot into the moray Firth  setting sail passed the bridge the horizon stretched away to the east under clear skies.  Bottlenose dolphin and their young joined us to say goodbye to Bessie Ellen.  The night passed mostly under sail as the lights of old herring ports twinkled out to Starboard, Macduff, Buckie Portsoy, all quiet in the warm night.  By daybreak the wind had increased to 30 knots and steering was pulling the ship to weather so the mizzen and flying jib came down.  On she rolled – 8.5 knots ripping along, sweeping past oil rigs, not using a drop of their black blood to move her.  At night the structures appear as  futuristic cities, vast and imposing, feeding off the earth.  Onwards we sailed until the wind died and the vessel became shrouded in fog.  Thick fog, so thick the navigation lamps lit up the night, our world became small and tense, looking out for other ships also   creeping towards new harbours.

With no wind at all the engine was started, places to go, timetables to keep and planes to catch and with 55NM to go the wind just could not fill the sails enough.

Day 5 Dawn broke and the fog started to lift creating pastel skies you seem to get in the East.  Nothing like an island dawn – still and silent.  A low coastline emerged then the chimneys and windmills of Thyboron broke the skyline.  Now we were in the land of shallow water and sand, not deep water and rocks of which I am so used to.  With voyage crew steering, told to stay inside the channel marks or we will go aground – and no tides here to help you out.  The sun was bright now – and hot! All sails were set and the crew tacked up Nissum Breeding and on through the bridge, reaching at 6.0kts towards the high bridge connecting Mors to the mainland.  Uneasy with the height of bridge and mast – just doesn’t look 29 M!! the ship falls silent – expecting to touch at any time.  Then we are through with a big sigh and headed for Nykobing for the night.  Our voyage crew have sailed all day, and as the sun sets our voyage seems to have come to an end although still 14 nm further to our departure destination it seems fitting to relax and remind ourselves of the past week with so many parts.

The ship is quite now, all ready for the next band of merry souls – here for racing the Limfjord with a fleet of traditional sails.  Here’s to fair winds boy’s!