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We are now a fleet of our own!!
Blew Beyond lead the way and set off from Porstmouth, before White Gold and IK…..we were delayed while Jim, Paula and Marcus tried to mend the leak in the fuel system….I offered the occasional helpful thought in between trips to the laundry room!

Three heads are better than one!

Three heads are better than one!

We eventually set off together, dodging the odd warship and headed for Cape May.
We sailed overnight and dropped anchor in what we thought was a quiet anchorage……it turned out there was a military boot camp next to us. Loud shouting and chorused responses from the squadies, plus early and late renditions of the Star Spangled Banner and bugle calls, were the backdrop to our stay!
Cape May is another picture postcard town that relies on tourism and fishing for its livelihood. We took the bikes and set off like the Famous Five ( or rather Six) and explored the town, bars and sea front.

Bikes aboard and away we went.

Bikes aboard and away we went.

Cape May High Street.

Cape May High Street.

Quaint Cape May.

Quaint Cape May.

Out along the front to the beach. $5 a head to step onto the sand!! We stuck to the prom.!

Out along the front to the beach. $5 a head to step onto the sand!! We stuck to the prom.!

I managed to find a glove puppet……WHY? you may well ask!…..Well, I spoke with an Australian back in Brighton and he said having a puppet was an immediate way to engage with children in the Pacific Islands, where language is a real barrier to integrating with the locals. He said their puppet was a guaranteed introduction to everywhere they went.

Jim entertaining a rather old kid and himself!

Jim entertaining a rather old kid and himself!

 

It is now the end of June and a lot has happened since I began this instalment of the blog.
We left Cape May and made our way up to New York. Timing the tide is as important as in the Solent and luckily we’d left ourselves enough leeway………just before the entrance to the Hudson River, we discovered that the pipe to the water filter, under the sink, had come loose and a fair proportion of our 750 litres of fresh water had been pouring out into the front bilge……the one that we have to manually drain!!! After an hour of fixing up a spare water pump and hoses to reach down into the bottom of the forward bilge and then up and over into the self draining aft bilge, we were on our way.

First glimpse of Manhattan.

First glimpse of Manhattan.

Getting closer!

Getting closer!

It has long been a dream to sail past the Statue of Liberty and one that we have finally achieved twice.

Us & SoL

SoL (2)

Many, many photos later we pulled up to a mooring buoy right at the far end of the 79th Street Yacht Basin, which is right below Central Park.

79th Street Yact Basin.

79th Street Yact Basin.

These moorings are for up to 40ft boats and cost just $30 a night, as opposed to the $200+ it would have cost in a ‘cheap’ Marina!! After claiming that we were a 43’ boat and being told we would have to anchor, Marcus then remembered that we were only 40’!! Luckily the dock master understood his ‘lapse of memory’ and let us stay. Luckily he didn’t venture down to the end of the moorings to check or he’d have been horrified at the extra 9’ we had not admitted to! We stayed for two nights and waved off ‘Gaia’ and ‘Emma’, who were legitimately on the moorings, as they started their Atlantic voyages back to Norway.

Fire boat saluting something......maybe Gaia on her way to the Azores?

Fire boat saluting something……maybe Gaia on her way to the Azores?

We left in their wake and headed south again, past the Statue of Liberty, to round the bottom of Manhattan and headed up the East River, through Hell Gate…..

Hell Gate bridge.

Hell Gate bridge.

 

9.6 knots of current......get the tides wrong at your peril!

9.6 knots of current……get the tides wrong at your peril!

………and on into Long Island sound and Port Washington which lies on the north shore of Long Island.

Sights on the way to Long Island Sound.

Manhatten (18)

Concorde!? We had no idea Manhattan had one of them!

Concorde!? We had no idea Manhattan had one of them!

Street or Avenue?

Street or Avenue?

A passing barge, with our name on it!

A passing barge, with our name on it!

Literally!!

Literally!!

 

From Port Washington there was a 40 min train service into the centre of NYC, so we had the best of both worlds…..a quiet small town with free anchorage and the city to visit at will. Unlike England, the trains run throughout the night, so there was never that 9 o’clock rush to get home!
We met up with Blew Beyond and White Gold, who are both bound for Newport, Rhode Island and joined in James’ birthday celebrations at Hooters!!

Hooters waitresses singing to James!

Hooters waitresses singing to James!

For our wedding anniversary, we took a day to sight see some of the city and went up the Top of the Rock, to Times Square and Grand Central Station and generally strolled around Manhattan.

 

 Our wedding anniversary outing. 32 years........you get less for murder!

Our wedding anniversary outing. 32 years……..you get less for murder!

Top of the Rock looking over Central Park

Top of the Rock looking over Central Park

Times Square.

Times Square.

TimesSquare......both of us on the big screen!

TimesSquare……both of us on the big screen!

Times Square. Marcus on the big screen.

Times Square. Marcus on the big screen.

Inside Grand Central.

Inside Grand Central.

We also met up with ‘Jenni’s Cara’ and she took us to the High Line; a mile and a half of disused elevated railway that used to run between the Fashion and Meat districts of the city. The track has been turned into a park with water features, shrubs, aromatic raised beds and sculptures and is a great example of what can be done with an ‘eyesore’.

With Carla on the High Line.

With Carla on the High Line.

Every one was out and about on the High Line!

Every one was out and about on the High Line!

Cara was our own tour guide and took us around the area where she works, which is more low rise and tree lined than we expected for NYC!

Doing lunch with Carla.

Doing lunch with Carla.

Sunset in Port Washington.

Sunset in Port Washington.

Although we are now in Newport ourselves, we delayed moving with ‘the fleet’ so that I could fly back to Blighty for my mum’s 97th birthday and a trip with her and my two sisters to Suffolk to celebrate. We had a great time, despite some bracing winds and it was good to reconnect.
Two weeks was really too little time, but with the pressure of needing to move the boat at the right times and seasons, meant that this was a fleeting visit. I managed to visit Nigel and Bridget and Dan. Again it was good to see them and catch up with their lives……hopefully next trip will be long enough to visit all our other friends and family!

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