(This post came before ‘Moving on … sorry for technical difficulties. Normal service back soon I hope!)
Saturday 16/09/06 Martha’s Vineyard — Before we left home, more than one person joked that, once we were here we would not want to come back. Tonight, for the first time, the fleeting thought occurred - could we really return leaving all this behind? As you can tell it has been a good few days. We had a good sail from Onset to Hadley Harbour where we were able to pick up a free mooring provided curtesy of ‘The’ Forbes family.
Our friends Mel and Geoff tell a story about the tiny and pretty Hadley Harbour. They visited it once after spending the winter in the Caribbean where sharks are common. Asked why he didn’t go swimming their oldest said ‘Don’t be silly Dad, there might be sharks!’. ‘Of course there aren’t sharks’ said Dad. A week later they read about a 25′ Great White which had got itself trapped in that very harbour.
Hadley Harbour is just across the water from Woods Hole which is home to a cluster of marine and oceanographic research organisations. We traveled in the inflatable a mile or so across the bubbling waters of the the Woods Hole tide race to visit the world famous Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute. We were knocked out by the fabulous and fascinating work they do. Elspeth determined to become an oceanographer but can’t reconcile herself to the amount of school work she would have to do. We sailed yesterday in heavy drizzle and strongish headwinds the 15 miles from Woods Hole to Martha’s Vineyard. With the tide under us (and therefore against the wind) the waves were fairly steep but after a bit of motor sailing with one reef in the main we switched off the engine and pulled out a little genoa. Tabitha coped wonderfully and we raced towards our objective sailing a steady 6 knots (through the water) hard on the wind which pleased us greatly. Standing at the bow as it crashed into the seas I could not help but whoop with exhilaration. It was marred only by the discovery that my waterproof leggings are no longer waterproof and that Peta lay on a bunk below being sick into a bucket.
Coming into the mooring field at Edgartown, Martha’s Vineyard, were were delighted to find we were among friends. ‘Blackberry Ramble’ was on the mooring next to us, the Rival 41 who we met in Camden (Americans who offered to pay for a mooring for us) were moored just a little way off and we were expecting our friends on ‘Trust Me’ to raft up alongside us for the night for chicken curry and a DVD (for the kids). Of course none of us got to bed until after midnight. Sailing into a starge anchorage and knowing three other boats gives us a real sense of community. It wouldn’t happen at home.
The morning was spent pottering aboard and then off clamming. Only a few days ago we paid $20 per pint for fried clams which Elspeth loves so we were delighted to gather more than a bucket full. The twins from Blackberry Ramble were there so the children had a fine time on the perfect sandy beach.
Later Sue and I took the dinghy into Edgartown. Standing at the dinghy dock ready to return to the boat, I was approached by a man. ‘Would I be interested in a stripped Bass?’ He had been competing in a fishing competition and had a fish he didn’t want. He led me to the boot of his car and presented me with the most enormous fish. I de-scaled and cleaned it. Put some in the fridge and cooked the rest on the BBQ. Sea Bass is quite a luxury and Geoff reckons our fish to be worth in excess of $100. It certainly tasted it with fresh lemon and crusty French bread. How rich this life is.
Tonight we fed the children pasta with grilled Bass to follow and nowthey are aboard ‘Trust Me’ watching a DVD whilst the adults from ‘Trust Me’ are eating ashore.