I have these memories of primary school, where the teachers used to have us play this game called ‘Port and Starboard’. I never really got the gist of that game. I would stand somewhat in the vicinity of the teacher as he called out ‘port’ and pointed to an area of the room where all the children would run to. Then ‘starboard’ for the same effect. In my confusion, I would take a couple of steps in the direction that a majority of the class had run off too, so at least I kinda looked like I knew what I was doing! The teacher could have been speaking double Dutch for all I knew – I didn’t even know my right from left!!!

Fast forward many years to the present. Notwithstanding that some days I still have difficulty differentiating my left from right, the parts of a boat make more sense to me now. Thank goodness!

I fell into sailing by way of meeting my partner. He had a 27ft Mottle when we met. For our second date, he took me out sailing. I had absolutely no idea what to expect or what to do. What will I do when he realises I forget my left from right? I was more concerned about that than falling off the yacht.

Sheets, cleats, Genoa, oh my. So many many things to learn. Why does everything little thing have a name? Main sail, reefing points, slugs, sliders, clew, halyard, outhaul, winch, just to name a few. Don’t even get me started on the knots.

Well, persistence and resilience are my middle names and I got there. From that first time on a yacht, it felt good. It felt like home. Every time those gates to the lock open, that mighty sense of freedom overwhelms you. When we get out of the channel and the sails are hoisted, the engine is finally turned off and its just you and the elements. Nothing else matters. That, right there is my favourite moment. The wind catches the sails, the yacht has a steady cruising speed and the sound of the bow wave is pure bliss.

Now, I am the proud owner of a 43ft Cavalier Sloop. She is big and she is beautiful. She came up for sale and just went to ‘have a look’. Let me tell you something, when an item has been price reduced and you go for ‘a look’, that there is a dangerous combination. Emma Ward felt comfortable and homely. She fit like a glove. I just had to have it.

The dream of selling up the land life for that of the sea is fast becoming a reality. A goal has been set. A date marked on the calendar. Every time I need to make a decision, it is with the knowledge that I will be selling up and living a sailor’s life.

Oh the adventures to be had. So far around the coastline of Darwin, Australia we have sailed with the dolphins seen turtles and an abundance of birds and flying fish.

I love the unpredictability of each sail. Our monsoonal wet season in the tropics can be a testament to that. Hanging on to the boom in rough weather whilst trying to reef. Clinging to the mast to untangle a sheet, glasses so smudged and fogged up, wet from the rain but not feeling the cold because the adrenalin rush takes over as you do your best to rectify a situation to keep sailing. Thinking on your feet. Being so aware of the surroundings. What’s the swell like? How are the clouds forming? Do they show signs of rain? Where’s that weird noise coming from? The yacht precariously tilted on one side, yet never once feeling as if it would flip over.

Sights are set on a circumnavigation of Australia, then watch out Northern Hemisphere. No time limit. Just one incredible sail to see the world from an ocean view.

Oh, and I have learnt my right from left now. When you do something every day, it becomes automatic.

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So, Emma Ward was fitted with a new boom bag on Friday. A very nice fit indeed and the colour match to the headsail is halfway to making her new look complete.

So, with that comes a new configuration of lazy jack lines. Captain and I discussed some configuration options with Scott the sail maker and made a mental list of what we needed to purchase in order to get the job done. We had a diagram to go by so we could double check everything that night. After much studying and discussing, we had it all worked out. Then came that look. The look you get when the Captain gives orders without saying a word. The look that says, ‘it’s your turn to go up the mast’. Damn it. It was my turn. Captain had been up the mast to fix some lines in our early days of ownership. I remembered saying that to keep things fair, I would have the next turn up the mast. Damn it.

Off to The Yacht shop we went. We needed two new swivel blocks and some new line for the lazy jacks.

Well, there was no point in stressing about it. Thank goodness it was a calm day. On went the safety gear and up, up, up I went. Pockets stuffed with equipment needed and my phone tucked into the front of my shirt for that all important birds eye photo of our boat.

I was a little shaky, understandably. After all, I have difficulty mastering a common step ladder! A few deep breaths,  telling myself to stay calm, I did what was needed to be done. I had to cut the old lazy jack line which was attached to the mast on a saddle. Then attach the new line and thread it threw the swivel block, pass the line down the mast and repeat on the other side. I must have been up there for at least half an hour. I can tie a bow line no problem on deck yet when it comes to tying one under a slightly stressful situation, it takes me a tad longer.

I didn’t get that birds eye shot. I was clinging so tightly to the mast, I just couldn’t manoeuvre myself around to comfortably take the phone out of my shirt front. I was actually more concerned about dropping it.

Whilst up there, I did have one thought about clothing. Pockets were kind of useless when you are sitting in the Bosun’s chair. You can’t really get your hand in the pockets, or even wriggle enough to assist. So, I stuffed as much as I could into my shirt front and let my bra hold it all in place. Very handy storage indeed.

Right, so we’ve both been up the mast now. I guess next time a job needs doing, we will have to draw straws.

Since Cyclone Marcus hit Darwin in March 2018, we have been using a borrowed head sail, which we are most grateful for as it meant we could keep on sailing during the weekends. We’ve been using the fabulous dry season weather to refine skills regarding adjusting the sails, presenting the main sail, noting the tell tales and taking a more detailed note of the environment in which we are sailing. For example, noting where the wind is coming from and how to adjust the sails accordingly whether that be by use of the traveller or main sail sheet. Also, adjusting the cars for the head sail to get a more refined trim.

So, while we have been busy with sailing and general maintenance, sails have been ordered.

The head sail has a purple trim. As you can see in the picture.   

So, we thought we may as well get a new main. A little bit of an extravagance but it seemed logical as her current main was well aged. Now we know that the sails are new and fresh and current.

Basically, it started with the spinnaker.  So, I’m kinda working backwards here. After much research and deliberation, we decided on an asymmetrical spinnaker. Mainly for ease of use. When we cruise full time, there really is no way that Pete or myself will be able to manage a spinnaker pole on our own, it’s far too heavy and cumbersome  to maneuver.  Pete gave me full reigns on colour and design. Colour was easy, the design, so very complex. I looked at so many designs, so much so that the mind gets cluttered with colours and colour matches and all the related costings. Sometimes, simple is best. Less is more. With that in mind, purple will do just fine. What do you think?

We’ve been quiet on the water but not so with the interior. Emma Ward has a fresh new look. New paint, new wood stain, new carpet. Every inch of her has been sanded, cleaned and painted.

Can’t wait to show her off  soon.

 My son and his girlfriend came to Darwin for a tropical visit.

Of course sailing was on the list of things to do. Aaron and Alicia hadn’t been sailing before so luckily the seas and winds were calm. With blue skies and cumulus cloud cover, we set sail mid morning through the Bayview lock with high spirits. We had about ten knot winds as we sailed around the harbour to Fannie Bay. Then the winds dropped off – at about 1pm. By late afternoon the winds had picked up again and we sailed our way back to the wharf.

We finished off the evening with a bbq on board. A good day had by all.