Blue Water, Green Skipper: A Memoir of Sailing Alone Across the Atlantic by Stuart Woods

Author:Stuart Woods [Woods, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography & Autobiography, Personal Memoirs, Sports & Recreation, Sailing
ISBN: 9781101599280
Google: GcArtsTrBOgC
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2012-08-02T04:00:00+00:00

The moonrises over the seven-thousand-foot volcano on Pico.

Brian, who had suffered a bad fall from the top of the mast of Triple Arrow the season before, admitted that his broken back had not healed completely, but said that he was looking forward to the OSTAR the following season, and to his winter project of attempting to beat Chichester’s speed record from West Africa to South America, on which he would qualify his new boat for the OSTAR. There was an impromptu dinner with Mike Best of Croda Way and David Palmer of FT and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Mike and David were both, as I was, sailing back from the Azores single-handed to qualify, and we had an interesting chat about preparing for the race.

Scrimshaw, etching on whale ivory, is the Azorean art form, and Orthon is its chief practitioner in Horta. Working in a small house crammed to the rafters with whales’ teeth and other bones and a great deal of ingenious machinery, most of which he made himself, Orthon, for a modest sum, will engrave the image of a yacht on a polished tooth and mount it. Each competitor was presented with a tooth engraved with the name of his yacht, and these handsome gifts no doubt grace bulkheads in widely scattered places today.

As the week passed, yachts began to sail for England. First to go was Gypsy Moth, and she got a send-off of fireworks and hooters. Before leaving for home, Bill Howell laid me out in the cockpit of Tahiti Bill, injected me with a painkiller from my medical kit, and reglued a loose bridge which had been rattling around the back of my head since Portsmouth. Bill King found a berth with him for the sail back. The other boats followed one by one, until only Runnin’ Scared and Harp were left. I saw a lot of David and Ann Walsh, who were sailing Runnin’ Scared back, and they planned a trip to Ireland in the autumn, when we would cruise down the south coast. Most days we took Harp along the coast from Horta and anchored for a picnic and a swim. In the evenings, Ann formed the diverting habit of suddenly shedding her clothes and dashing into the pool at the hotel on the hill, while the ancient night watchman railed at us. I was sad when Runnin’ Scared sailed out of the harbor and left me to enjoy Horta on my own.

But other boats were arriving all the time, Horta being a prime stopover for yachts on transatlantic passages: Charisma and Tenacious, both members of the American Admiral’s Cup team in the recent Cowes Week, came and went; two Canadians sailed in aboard a homemade catamaran; an American couple arrived on a lovely little cutter which sported a square rigged sail; a couple who had briefly been neighbors at Coolmore while building a boat at Crosshaven came in on their way to Brazil; and we all watched with bated breath as the

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