Sun Peeping Out Over the Eastern Horizon |
The Galloper is a sandbank, around 50km offshore from the Felixstowe area, around 11.5km long and less than 1km wide. The general depth of the area is 30-50m to the west and 20-30m to the east. However the depth over the Galloper itself decreases from 20m to as little as 2m.
This collection of sandbanks is obviously a hazard to ships and yachts alike, hence the shared channel that runs between them. Thus since vessels do not intentionally encroach upon these sandbanks, two huge windfarms have been built upon them.
Then that magical moment arrived that I always relish, watching the sun slowly peep its furrowed brow over the horizon, and checking that all was clear in the world, would slowly rise towards the heavens. Sunrises and sunsets at sea are always marvellous moments to me.
As Duonita clipped the top of the Galloper, the depth momentarily dropped from 25m to 11m, and the tide rushing across this cliff betrayed the shallows in a series of turbulent outfalls; quite spectacular.
Sunset Over Neeltje Jans from the Oosterschelde |
Our Berth on the Geese Pontoon at Roompot Marina, Rex Tidying the Decks |
By evening we approached one of the entrance points into the Dutch waterways system, the lock gate at the Roompot, which sits at the southern end of Neeltje Jans, where we visited the excellent Deltaworks exhibition last year. Here we hung around with three other yachts at a waiting pontoon. Rex was slowly winding himself up about the "silliness" of waiting for the lock to open, or was it due to the fact that he was experiencing great difficulty in trying to establish telecommunications contact with Meryl. Crumbs, did Nelson have this trouble when he wanted to contact Lady Hamilton? I left him to it.
Cheers from the Roompot |
I wandered up to the marina office, which was closed at this time on a Sunday evening. However, a reconnoitre of the facilities proved successful. I met an elderly couple who hailed from Stavoren which we visited a couple of years ago. A lovely couple they were, and once I had told them about our earlier visit to Friesland, they related to me how they had sailed across to the English east coast. I wished them well and returned to find Rex chatting to Sean, a chap from Brightlingsea, who also owned a Westerly Konsort Duo. Indeed he was part of a Westerly Association flotilla that was moored in the marina, most of which were there prior to their return to the UK. Rex and he chatted for a while about the merits of Westerlys; always the way with men and their toys.
In the dying embers of sunlight, a flock of starlings circled the marina, and decided to rest up on the rigging of some yachts 50m away. A noisy crowd they were, and probably messy too, but I was thankful that they had decided not to congregate above us, the geese were enough to be getting on with.
Evening was wound up with a delicious spaghetti Bolognese, previously prepared by Meryl, washed down with the odd beer or two. It felt good to be back in Holland.