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Vineyard Haven

May 30, 2012

By Kate “Bob” Addison

After a busy and exciting weekend at Greenport Tall Ships festival it’s nice to have arrived at the peaceful and pretty harbour of Vineyard Haven on the north side of Martha’s Vineyard. We cast off under sail from Greenport yesterday about lunchtime and sailed in company with Pride of Baltimore II, Bounty and Summerwind for a while before leaving the fleet and sailing northeast overnight. We arrived early this morning and came alongside a pier owned by Ralph Packer who has kindly let us tie up for a few days.

Our sails are clewed up, hanging in their gear to dry. This looks rather pretty and is already attracting attention, people dropping by to say hello and find out about the ship. Half the crew are chilling out, catching up on some sleep or exploring the town while the other half are on watch: busy clearing out the hold and painting topsides using one of the small boats as a floating platform to work from.

There are some beautiful ships and boats at anchor or on buoys out in the bay here at Vineyard Haven: Shenandoah, the big wooden square topsail schooner was built to sail the coastal waters in these parts in 1964 and still does just today; sailing being a neccessity for her since she doesn’t have an engine.

There are big, shiny yachts here too: one from Jersey in the English Channel is flying the red ensign which makes me feel a little nostalgic for home, really noticeable amongst all the stars and stripes. The big racing sloop Sophie right by us has a beautiful varnished hardwood hull, so she looks rather like the mahogany dory we’ve just taken out of the hold – just one of the wooden boats that we’ve brought along from Lunenburg. Hand built by The Dory Shop in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, the dory is best known as a rowing boat, but they are equally happy chugging along with an outboard or rigged for sailing. Our mahogany dory has an eight foot bottom length and she’s called a ‘little sister’ dory so we think she would look pretty sweet tied up alongside Sophie – they could even call her Sophie’s Little Sister.

Drying sails at Vineyard Haven
mahogany dory 3
Shenandoah from quarter deck
Sophie boats

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Tall Ships Greenport

By Kate “Bob” Addison

May 28, 2012

Picton Castle is enjoying a wonderful Memorial Day weekend here at the Tall Ships event at Greenport, NY. We’re tied up with the “HMS” Bounty opposite us on the other side of the pier, and topsail schooner Unicorn just along the pier next to Bounty. Topsail schooners Lynx and Pride of Baltimore II, and schooner Summerwind are just across the water, it’s a nice shippy party. Crowds are everywhere enjoying the sunshine and festival atmosphere. Everyone’s pumped to see the tall ships, and as well as visiting the ships there’s live music, stalls with food and treasure, even temporary tattooing for the smaller pirates.

Greenport itself is very pretty and an easy place for sailors: restaurants, cafes, shops, laundromat, everything is right on the waterfront, and we’re being given quite the welcome by the local people. Some of the gang found a secluded beach and chilled out there for a while, relaxing away from the bustle of the festival. Very nice. All crew were invited to a crew barbeque last night, and everyone had a lovely time. While we were there Captain Moreland accepted a trophy on behalf of the ship from Tall Ships America for finishing 4th place in the tall ships race from Savannah, Georgia. That was just the first race of the season – maybe we’ll do even better in the next one!

We’ve welcomed many people aboard Picton Castle over the weekend to show off our home. As befits a ship like ours, we’ve got a South Pacific feel on deck with crew wearing sarongs and grass skirts and island music playing. People seem delighted and amazed that we have a shiny new computer in the chartroom. “Whoah! Pirates have computers?!” In case anyone’s interested we mostly use it to run navigation software (in parallel with celestial navigation and paper charts) and also to get detailed weather information. We don’t think it’s incongruous really – the ship was cutting edge when she was built and we still like new things when they’re better than the old.

A Picton Castle contingent joined crew from the other tall ships to represent the tall ships and our shared maritime heritage at the Greenport Memorial Day parade early this morning. The ship is a war veteran herself: she served as HMS Picton Castle working as a mine sweeper in the British Navy from 1939-1945. We are told that she was once blown clear out of the water by a mine exploding under her bow but lucky for us it didn’t do any structural damage. So we marched with the boy scouts and veterans down to the pier where Pride of Baltimore II is moored, and there was a short ceremony and a gun salute overlooking the water. After the ceremony we headed back to the firestation for coffee and cake. We also discovered that new trainee Bob is an excellent fife player, as he piped along the parade. We’re trying to find him a new name though, Bob’s kind of taken…

Captains and crews receive awards for Race One in Greenport
Picton Castle, Unicorn and Bounty at the wharf in Greenport

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Approach to Greenport

By Kate “Bob” Addison, photo by Bill Bleyer

It’s almost lunch time on a foggy, soggy Friday, and we are bound for Greenport where we are excited to be joining the next Tall Ships festival of our busy summer. Our position is 41o06’N 072o10’W and we are motor-sailing across Gardiners Bay at the east end of Long Island Sound. We’re expecting to be at the dock in Greenport about 2:30 this afternoon, and open ship will start at 10am tomorrow, so if you’re in the area come and say hello! We were at anchor in Bostwick Bay on the west side of Gardiner’s Island. It seems that Gardiner’s Island has been in the Gardiner family since the mid 1600s, given to them by the local Native band for helping out in some conflict – or so we are told.

With fog and rain on deck we just had a farewell ceremony in the salon for the crew who are leaving us in Greenport. Hot chocolate all around and for the departing crew, sea service certificates were issued, along with a gift from the ship of a handcarved fish hook from Fiji. Deeply symbolic for a sailor, and especially so in the South Pacific, the fish hooks are said to offer safe passage over water. The origin of the tradition is in ancient Polynesian origin mythology, which teaches that the islands of the South Pacific were pulled up out of the water by the legendary navigator Maui using his fish hook. It does kind of look like that when you sail towards a low lying atoll and it rises from nowhere out of the ocean, up it comes out of the sea as your ship gets closer. Well, the ship’s home port is Avatiu in the Cook Islands, so she certainly calls the Pacific home. Captain says the fish hooks work best once they’ve been dipped in the waters of the South Pacific…. maybe some of the crew who sailed with us from New York to Greenport will join us again to try some blue water tradewind sailing?

crew photo courtesy of Bill Bleyer

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Small Boat Adventures in the Norwalk Islands

By Kate “Bob” Addison

May 23, 2012

The day was not much of a day for sailing a ship around Long Island Sound. Almost no wind; what wind there was came from exactly the wrong direction and it was grey and damp. It was even cold. So instead of giving up on all things nautical and moping about inside for the day, we left the ship anchored between Sheffield Island and Belle Island off Rowayton, Connecticut and took to the small boats out to explore the beautiful Norwalk Islands around our anchorage.

There’s as much to learn about seamanship in a boat as on a ship – boats can be less forgiving and quicker to let you know your mistakes, but it’s less dramatic when things do go wrong, which altogether makes for a good training ground. We have six boats on the ship at the moment and we took three of them out yesterday: the monomoy, our 23 foot double ended surf boat which 8 people row with long wooden oars, a wooden skiff with a little outboard, hand built in the ship’s home of Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, and the rescue boat which is our super-stable fiberglass boat with a powerful outboard that we can use when we’re mooring to take line handlers ashore or help push the ship round. The monomoy and rescue boat live in davits suspended over the water on each side of the quarter deck – rescue boat to starboard, monomoy to port. This means they can be launched very quickly. The wooden skiff, on the other hand, is stowed on top of the galley house so the crew had to use the yard tackle to hoist if up and swing it over the side of the ship to launch it.

Once all of the boats were launched and kitted out with lifejackets, bailers, anchors etc., Port Watch with 2nd mate Sam as coxswain went out in the monomoy, rowing across to Ram Bay, around Little Hammock Island, and taking a look at a splendid little lighthouse (built in 1868) before heading back to the ship for lunch. The boat looked like a bit like a drunken spider at the beginning as people struggled with handling the big oars and going at the same tempo as everyone else, legs flying everywhere and clashing here and there,but they had pretty much got the hang of it by the time they came back, everyone was more or less in time. As trainee Ron put it, “well we found out that it’s not all about brute strength, it’s really all about working together. And boy did we find out which people just don’t have any rhythm!”

After lunch we rotated around so Starboard Watch went out rowing with the chief mate, while Port Watch stayed closer to the ship rotating through a few stations: there was the skiff team, practicing steering the boat with the outboard going out in big loops so everyone got a turn at coming alongside the ship and leaving again; another gang were practicing throwing heaving lines straight and true and the last lot were learning the leadline with AB Susie. It may have been broadly superceeded by electronic depth sounders, but the leadline is a useful skill for a sailor, and it looks good and salty to have an AB standing on the rail up forward, swinging the lead and calling out the depth to the watch officer navigating from the bridge. The markings on the line are different shapes of leather and cloth so you can even take soundings in the dark should you want to. Electronic depth sounders give out too, a lead line does not.

And then when the boats were all safely back on the ship and the soggy life jackets were drying in the salon we had an impromptu dance party on the hatch for an hour or so after dinner. I think maybe that’s what happens when you let your crew have too much sleep. We had some visitors in the evening, caretakers of Tavern Island a small little estate of an island, which disappointingly no longer has a tavern on it, but was once a super-chic A-list celeb hangout complete with Marilyn Monroe’s signature in lipstick on a wall from back when Billy Rose owned the place. Or so we were told. It also was once the pilot station for the Norwalk River. The pilot would row out to the waiting schooners and small steamers and his wife would row the skiff back to the island. Anyway our visitors from Tavern brought us tasty pie. We like pie.

23 monomoy and picton castle
23Monomoy and Sheffield Island
launching the wooden skiff

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Cruising in Long Island Sound

By Kate “Bob” Addison and Captain Daniel Moreland

Monday May 21, 2012

This leg of our voyage is unusual for a couple of reasons: firstly it’s just a week long, and secondly we only have about 80 nautical miles to cover between New York City and Greenport, Long Island where we will be at the Greenport Tall Ships Challenge Festival. So we’re going at a nice leisurely pace and anchoring every night; basically we’re on a yachting holiday with a barque and it’s great. But more importantly it gives us a chance to sail every day, tack and maneuver under sail and sail up to and away from almost every anchorage. This is good stuff. And hopefully allow us to get lots of workouts in the small boats, the long boat for rowing and the motor powered skiff.

We sailed from New York City yesterday morning with a pilot and apprentice pilot aboard, and headed East up the East River, out towards Long Island Sound. It was a lovely transit under power through the great New York Harbour: sunshine, tourists on ferry boats taking our picture, wonderful view of the historical ships at the South Street Seaport Museum. Going under all of the big bridges was impressive; it always looks like our masts are going to hit the bridges but they never do, which is good. The bridges look very dramatic too, with this amazing New York skyline in the background. Here are some more details from Captain Moreland:

Sailing away from Manhattan

Having a pilot aboard in NY harbour is now mandatory for the Picton Castle (it did not used to be). So when it came time to sail away we called the Pilot Dispatch and ordered up pilots for a 0900 departure from our fine berth at Pier 25, West Side, North (Hudson) River. Sailing at that precise time would give us a flood tide that would push us off the dock and then give us just the right amount of time to get up around Manhattan in the East River with a little push and through what’s called Hell Gate at about slack water.

Hell Gate is a very narrow cut about quarter mile wide between the western end of Long Island and the rest of the continent of North America. Between Hell Gate and the Race at the other end of Long Island Sound, all the ocean that gets in and out of the Sound must pass through. Both of these sluices achieve a rate in the order of up to 5 knots or so. That is a lot. It seems that about 9,000 years ago what we call Long Island Sound was a fresh water lake before rising sea levels due to melting glaciers rushed in over these ends and turned it into a salt water sound. And Hell Gate has sharp turns as well. So ships and tugs try to go through these two spots at slack water which happens about every 6 and a half hours. “Slack water” is that period of no current between the tide coming in or going out. You get a ‘slack-water’ at extreme high tide and then one again at low tide, more or less.

So our good Senior Pilot showed up and and due to the fact that the pilots rarely get the call to take a ship through the East River and Hell Gate he brought along an apprentice pilot and asked if that was OK with us as a training exercise in these waters. Since we actually do not need a pilot at all hereabouts being both familiar with the area and the ship, and that we are all about and for marine training, we said that was just fine. So, with yards braced and fore lower topsail set to catch the wind and help us off the dock, we backed down on the stern spring, got away from the pier nicely and out in the stream, got the boat hoisted and off we went under power on a lovely cool sunny day.

South around the Battery, past the Staten Island ferry terminal and east bound (which is actually north) in the East River, under the beautiful Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Williamsburg Bridge, past the United Nations building, under the Queensboro Bridge and another three bridges before sticking our jibboom out into the Sound. Had to blow the whistle a couple times to alert a couple yachts out of the way, I guess that they don’t have rearview mirrors. They astutely slipped over to the side and stopped taking their half out of the middle and let us by. We waved, their dog barked. It should have barked earlier said the pilot. We passed Hell Gate just fine and we headed off under sail in Long Island Sound bound for Greenport, Long Island.

Out in the Sound it was gorgeous sunshine, lots of yachts flitting about – some getting much too close so they could take our picture and give us a wave. We were tacking about too, a little more involved in a square rigger than a yacht, but we are getting reasonably slick. A little after lunch we dropped off our pilots near Stamford harbour on the North of the Sound, and had a fabulous sail back across to Huntington Bay a bit further East on the South side. It’s very pretty here: little sandy beaches cutting into the dark green of the tree line; here and there a big clearing for a grand house. We decided the people in big houses were probably jealous of us though, sailing about in the sunshine. After tacking about off and near Oyster Bay we anchored for the night in Huntington Bay.

This morning we got up for breakfast and the lovely view of the day before was completely wiped out by a thick grey fog. It was chilly and damp and visibility was almost nothing so we delayed going sailing, instead practicing some drills for the morning while we waited for the fog to lift. New hands went ‘up and over’ for the first time to practice going aloft safely and they all did very well. We also ran through a fire drill and abandon ship drill, and talked about the different possible emergency scenarios and how we would respond. We then spent some time practicing launching and recovering the rescue boat, which is an involved piece of seamanship and a critical part of our man overboard drill. The boat lives in davits hanging out over the water and you lift it up and lower away using the ‘boat falls’, a big block and tackle arrangement with 4-way reduction. Even so it’s heavy enough, really does take everyone to hoist it easily, and after doing that three times over we certainly felt like we’d done some exercise.

We sailed off the hook just after lunch, which sounds breezy but involves 1) going aloft to loose big wet heavy sails 2) back on deck to haul lines to set the big wet heavy sails, 3) hoisting up three shots of chain and a great big anchor with the windlass 4) bracing round the foreyards from hard over one way to hard over the other. We had four people lined up on the bar on each side of the windlass to hoist away the anchor; port side pushes down while starboard lifts up, then down the other way and that’s one pump. A shot of chain is 90 feet, and it took 201 pumps on the windlass to lift one shot. I counted. We were puffing like elderly asthmatic smokers running for a bus by the time we were done. But it was lovely to be sailing, nice fresh breeze filling our topsails we looked like a ghost ship gliding through the fog, our foghorn sounding long-short-short every couple of minutes. And then there was hot chocolate.

About 5pm we arrived at our anchorage for the night: we’re back on the North side of the Sound, inside the Norwalk Islands just off Noroton Point and Rowayton. So we took in all sails, dropped the anchor and then up and stow the soaking wet sails, which by now were about three times as heavy as when they’re dry. Hard work! Everyone was damp, tired and hungry by the time the ship was snug and tidy for the night and Donald, as always, stepped up to the challenge with an awesome dinner of golden crispy battered fish, potatoes and salad and the best chocolate brownies of all time: fudgy on the bottom, delicate crisp on the top and decadently gooey in the middle. There’s nothing quite like good food and feeling like you earned it!

2 NYC, bridge and watertaxi (2)
3 Pioneer
5 under the bridge

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Hudson River Park’s Pier 25

By Kate “Bob” Addison

Saturday May 19, 2012

Well, here we are in Manhattan, very much enjoying life at a lovely berth at Hudson River Park’s Pier 25. The pier is more pleasure park than working wharf these days: pretty paving slabs all around the edge make a broad, flat promenade for the many nannies wheeling their flocks, people walking dogs and children on leashes; there are benches and seats at the end for couples to sit and hold hands as they look at the skyline of New Jersey across the water; a big square of artificial grass for toddlers’ playtime; another big square of sand populated by young New Yorkers with improbably long legs and short shorts playing beach volleyball. There’s even a mini golf course in the middle. People seem attracted to the water, drawn to the end of the pier. The Captain says that nothing has really changed about the feel of Manhattan since Herman Melville wrote about it in Moby Dick in 1851:

‘There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs – commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme down-town is the Battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.

Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see? – Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles, some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster – tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! Here come the crowds, pacing straight for the water…’

And so it goes to this day. Well, a lot of them these days mostly do jogging. So many joggers! The park opens at 6am and the early-morning types arrive right away: mostly solitary and plugged into music, they look like they have training schedules to stick to. Then there are the mid-morning and lunch time groups of twos and threes, a bit more chatty and I wonder if they are friends or personal trainers with their clients. There is a bit of a lull after lunch and then the office workers are allowed out for their daily exercise: not as athletic as the early morning ones, but just as much branded lycra sports wear. You can still tie a ship up here too!

Aboard ship we’re busy as always making the ship look pretty, keeping her painted, oiled and rust-free. We furled all sail this morning as they’re nice and dry now – just the South Pacific topsail tarpsail flying on the fore. Provisioning was made a thousand times easier by the help of Marcia who drove Nadja and Donald all around town to find good fresh produce at sensible prices.

We had a gang of young New York students from the Urban Assembly Harbor School, in the charge of Capt Aaron Singh, aboard yesterday for a guided tour of the ship ( They had a hands-on lesson setting and striking a staysail under the guidance of Second Mate Sam, and they all did a very good job. We’ll be open to the public this afternoon and tomorrow afternoon too, 2-5pm all welcome to come aboard and look around. The crew like showing people around – a chance to meet people and talk about their ship, their voyages, life aboard.

The off watch been having fun off the ship – walking about taking in the landmarks, shopping, visiting museums and galleries, eating lots. Some of us went to a Brazilian dance party in a park last night, it was right down by the water under Brooklyn bridge with a wonderful view across to Manhattan and the tall masts of huge 4-masted German bark Peking from 1911 (she looks just like Picton Castle but on a much bigger scale), and the 1885 British fullrigger Wavertree at the South Street Seaport Museum accross the water. It was fun people watching – they got style here and super friendly, too.

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Approach to New York City

By Kate “Bob” Addison

Our position is 39-48.7’N, 073-35.9’W, and we’re just outside the Ambrose to Barnegat traffic separation scheme at the entrance to the Hudson River, excited to be visiting New York in the morning! We’re here a little ahead of plan as we’ve had fair winds most of the way from Savannah so we’ve been able to sail almost the whole way and keep the engine off, which makes everyone happy. Even the engineer secretly enjoys the peaceful sound of water sloshing past the ship as she slips along – we’ve seen him on deck handling lines and everything. We are heading steadily NW now to get well clear of the traffic into and out of NYC; soon we will heave-to for the night and pick up our pilot early in the morning to guide us to our berth for the next few days at Hudson River Park’s Pier 25.

It was just another nice day at sea today: setting and stowing t’gallants, practicing sail handling with fewer people and fewer instructions as the crew get more confident and competent with their lines. Pizza for lunch. Elisabeth aloft tarring seizings, medical officer Jennie taking a turn at the helm. A gang cleaning the bulwarks, another gang clearing out the sole. The sole is a magical place, like a souk for sailors hidden under the floorboards in the main salon. Armpit deep and full of treasure: miles of sweet-smelling manila rope in big coils, spare sails and yards of heavy cotton canvas for making new ones, boxes of shackles, steel eyes, sheets of leather, carved wooden blocks. AB Aase made a diagram today of which sail is where in the sole – they kind of all look the same at first glance.

Right now it’s dinner time and the Captain is entertaining some of the crew over dinner in the mess. They are using a table cloth and everything. He says that it is a nice way to get to know crew and cook Donald gets to use some of his “cruise ship” presentation, which is very lovely indeed. The rest of us are finishing eating on the aloha deck or the quarterdeck. Beef stew, rice n’ peas, plantain and chocolate brownies for supper: comfort food to keep out the chill – it’s not warm like the South Pacific this far North in May. A little string band of ukulele and guitar has just started playing from the top of the galley house.

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Introducing Ship’s Kitten George

By Kate “Bob” Addison

Tabby cat George is just eight weeks old, a tiny bundle of fur with wide eyes, big ears and a whippet thin tail. His belly is striped and he has four white paws and a tiny little white nose so he looks like he’s been caught with his nose in the cream.

George was adopted by Chief Mate Michael Moreland in Savannah, Georgia where he had been rescued that very same day by a local girl named Laura. When he was found, little George was a street-moggy, all skin and bones and big scared eyes, and he spent his first day on the ship just sleeping and eating. Soon his belly grew fat and round, and the rest of him will plump up soon enough too.

George is currently living in the mate’s cabin while he learns his job as Ship’s Cat, but he is enjoying his trips to the charthouse and promenades around the deck accompanied by the cooing of otherwise thoroughly salty sailor girls. He enjoys playing with string and hiding in dark corners like behind the desk in the office. He also likes having his face and belly rubbed. George seems pretty pleased with the crew for catching five beautiful fish in the last 48 hours – he especially enjoyed the fresh mahi mahi.

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Tacking Across the Gulf Stream

The Picton Castle and crew are having one awesome seagoing day! A big blue sunny day, shiny seas, sunny skies, we are sailing along braced sharp on the port tack making easting across the Gulf Stream about 50 miles south of Cape Hatteras. The Stream is giving us about a 20 degree lift in the right direction. Today we will just tack across the Gulf Stream and let that swift ocean river haul us north. I expect the wind to shift to northeast then east later on and this easting will be all to the good.

On the eastern edge of the Gulf Stream we were catching fish like mad, all sorts of tuna and mahi mahi. The fishermen and the cook all are pleased with the fishing. Almost like the South Pacific.

The crew are excited about heading out to the South Pacific too. They all are wondering who is signing up joining us for this once in a lifetime voyage, they want to know who their new shipmates will be as we head out for Galapagos and Pitcairn Island. Carpe diem!

We just took in the fore and main royal and stowed them. This gang is getting to be like old timers and they all steer quite well too, having never steered a sailing ship before a few short weeks ago. The gang is bending on some more fore’n’aft sail and a sail is getting repaired on the quarter-deck. Life is good.

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Reflections on Savannah

By Kate “Bob” Addison

Underway again and sailing is a good time to look back and reflect, so I want to tell you a bit more about our last port, Savannah, and the nice times we had there. Called Charleston’s “naughty little sister” she might be, but Savannah is a great historical port in her own right. Twenty miles from the sea, right on the river that divides South Carolina from Georgia, the town was built on the European cotton trade – at one time seeing the river full of ships, the view dominated by wooden masts, colourful flags flying from spars and white sails drying in the sun would have been commonplace, now it is a pretty special sight.

Savannah today is the third largest container port in the USA visited by eight or nine big container ships a day. The only other place I’ve seen so much commercial traffic is the Panama Canal. These ships look absolutely huge going up the narrow river and so close to our ships moored along the waterfront. The Picton Castle was moored right astern of the USCG Barque Eagle and we could look at the ships from the rooftop restaurants. The juxtaposition of past and present exists throughout the town too: the old cotton warehouses on the waterfront are now full of the bright lights of cafes, bars and little shops; the big old moss covered plane trees offer shade to people playing on their iPads. There was a real buzz about the town, and not just because of Tall Ships: people were graduating in caps and gowns, having their photos taken by proud parents; there were celebrations for Cinquo de Mayo; lots of people having lots of fun.

An enormous thank you is owed to the liaison officers and volunteers who gave their time to help make Savannah such a success for the Picton Castle too. Thanks especially to Harry J Fox and Ben T Franklin: for driving us all around town to get jobs done, taking the off watch to a fabulous lunch at the famous Mrs Wilkes’ (serious down-home Southern Cooking to which we were all invited) and delivering buckets of ice cream to the on watch at the end of a hot hot day. Thank you.

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