There is something about being all at sea

There is something about being all at sea

The phrase ‘all at sea’

Comes from a time past, where ship navigation was much less certain

No GPS or accurate weather forecasts

I learnt to sail in the pre GPS days

In days of dead reckoning, bearing compases, cocked hats, noon sights, star sights and sextant

And you best friend was a lighthouse

At the entrance to ports, like the Point Lonsdale Light at the entrance to Port Phillip

Or looming large over dangerous headlands

Like at Cape Liptrap

Or at Cape Schank

While at sea

Companions at sea are the sea birds, terns, shearwaters and gannets

And of course the playful dolphins

Then finding that safe harbour

Or the sheltered cove

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Its good to be all at sea again.

Interlaken and the Rhine Fall, Swiss tourist spots

Interlaken and the Rhine Fall, Swiss tourist spots

The Rhine fall in Schaffhausen is a spectacular cascades of water

Not far from the German border and in the very high Rhine

Europe’s biggest fall by water volume wedged between two Swiss Castles

Interlaken as the name suggests sits between two lakes

Beautiful Swiss Lakes

A town of opulant hotels

Narrow shopping streets

And street cafes and bistros where the rider can replenish

Into the Pyrenees – 3- a touch of local culture

Into the Pyrenees – 3- a touch of local culture

Following the race route

Up and down

Round and round

Towns and villages

Snakes the Tour d’ France course

Through little villages where the French traditional food culture thrives

In the village of Arreau Christmas tree cake

Rich almond batter

Still baked in the traditional way

Over the open fire

Pretty little villages

Full of life and joie de vivre

Scenes from a bicycle ride, Williamstown

Scenes from a bicycle ride, Williamstown

After a couple of days of hot summer weather

Cool rain

Still breezes

Williamstown harbour

And on the bicycle for a ride by the bay

In the cool of the evening

Last sprinkles of rain

My loop of the Williamstown peninsula 

Fishing club harbour

Taking in the end of the week as the end of the year approaches. 

Looking back over Williamstown

I feel like I’m in the twilight period of 2017

The sun setting on a year of wonderful adventures and discoveries 

Marina in Williamstown

Excited about the coming of 2018

New adventures

New directions

Waning Moon – Night Sailing

Waning Moon – Night Sailing

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Source: http://www.daviddelamare.com/waning.html

Alone

at night

the sky full of the milky way

clear in the darkness

 

The sea black

the phosphorescence sparkling in the wake of my boat

as she cuts her way through the sea

the light autumn breeze providing her power

silence and darkness

 

The full moon of Easter has passed

in the last hours of darkness she arises

the waning moon

she sucks the sparkle from the sea

turning it into her own week ribbon of light

 

Our moods are joined as one

this my last night at sea

the waning of my adventure

dawn will bring my home port and another voyage finished

 

But like the waning moon

its a phase

in a little while a new cycle will begin

as with the heavens life is a series of cycles

some more spectacular than others

but cycles of the rhythm of life.

 

I conceived this poem sailing back from Hobart to Melbourne a few years past.  It was a magnificent night and I was off Cape Shank heading west along the Victorian coast when the waning moon rose in the east behind me. The morning would see me clear  The Rip and head for home.

 

Tassie (Tasmania)

Tassie (Tasmania)

 

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Looking past Wineglass Bay to Schouten Passage in the Freycinet Peninsula

 

I’ve looked at Tassie from both sides now

from in and out

and still somehow

Its Tassie’s illusion I recall

I really don’t know Tassie at all

(will apologies to Joni Mitchell)

 

I’m going to Tassie again

I place I can always go back to

find something new and beautiful

In Australian smallest State

An island State, part of an island nation.

 

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Looking out to sea over the remains of the old jetty in Bridport NE Tasmania

Looking out across the blue clear waters that surround Tassie.

Looking in from coastal anchorages at

 

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Storm over Maria Island from Chinamans Bay,

 

At storms rolling past

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At the play of the light on the rocky shoreline

 

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Sleepy Cove, Freycinet Peninsula

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Looking in to tight harbour entrances

 

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Hells Gates the entrance to Macquarie Harbour in perfect conditions

 

Sitting safe in historic ports

 

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Futura in Constitution Dock, Hobart

 

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Looking down on the Stanley Fishing Harbour from the Nut

Travelling through beautiful wilderness

 

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Gordon River Wilderness

 

 

 

 

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Looking towards Frenchmans Cap in the South West Wilderness

 

And a quirkiness that is only Tassie

 

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Ship’s dog watching passers by

 

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Blue Man in Salamanca Place Hobart

Next month I’m going back to Tassie again

Taking the mighty Breva down for her second trip

I hope the sun never sets on my Tasmania adventures.

 

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Sunset over Coles Bay TasmaniaSouth East Tasmania

 

 

 

 

A place of special serenity for me

A place of special serenity for me

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Apollo Bay

On the south west coast of Victoria is the little place of serenity

Nestled between the Otway mountains and the sea

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A quiet fishing village in the cold of winter

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Cray pots stacked for winter
I have ridden or sailed there innumerable times

Down the Great Ocean Road or over the Otway Mountains

In the safe harbour amongst the working boats

In a tent or a cabin

I listen to the roar of the surf, the winds at the edge of the roaring 40’s

or the silence of a fishing village in winter

Apollo Bay is quiet hamlet where I can take to the surf or walk through the giant forests.

Its a place that has offered me serenity and peace since I was just a boy, travelling here and camping in the dunes under a tarpaulin strung from my uncles car.

A place of peace and regeneration.

 

Art, Craft , Engineering – sometimes separated by a thin line

Art, Craft , Engineering – sometimes separated by a thin line

I often think of art in nature

or is that

nature and art

the beauty

lines and curves

symmetry

colour and light

I remember in Kenya

Birds

Flamingo

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Flamingos at Lake Nakuru

Such colour

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Crowned Crane

In art we try and capture such things often beautifully

but art in many ways is static

so is there a place where art meets craft

is there a place in manufacturing where the elements of motion

reflect art

Sometimes a yacht can walk that line

craftsmanship in wood,

Finely shaped

Art in motion

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Futura painted to go back in the water
I also see this practical art in manufacturing

In this pair of beautiful Laverdas

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Laverda SFC 750s