Lucy and the New Dawn Traders

Fare Traded by Sail

Category: Tres Hombres

Sailing Tres Hombres – A Photo Story

Despite the rain, storms, and gale force winds we never stop smiling. If you love rainbows you learn to dance in the rain.

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A smooth sea never made a good sailor!

Nowhere to go but Norway

We were scheduled to leave Stavanger over a week ago… Then it was yesterday… Then our departure was scheduled for this morning at 8am… Now it’s tomorrow, Sunday, at 8am.

We have been delayed in safe harbour waiting out the storms and depressions in the North Sea. Wave after wave of low pressures are crossing the Atlantic, hitting the UK, west coast of Europe and the North Sea.

When the Captain, Lammert, checked the forecast this morning, it was clear the swell was still high (we had thought it would subside by now) and a westerly wind was blowing directly into the fjord. If we had left we would have been beating against the wind, and sailing straight into Force 9 winds. So we are still stuck in Stavanger…

As the full crew was up early, we decided to go through sail drills, safety and a quick meteorology lecture from the Captain. We had a lecture from Steven in dousing the sails and sequence of hauling and letting lose lines to stow away the sails. Plus some quick tests on which lines are which. In heavy weather it’s so important to be able to carry out orders fast.

I took the opportunity to practice scaling the rigging and manoevering along the yards. We have harnesses to wear while climbing the rat lines and out onto the yards. Practicing ready to furl and unfurl sails on a regular basis out at sea. It’s one thing climbing the rigging in port… Quite another out at sea. Just a little bit nervous!

After lunch half the crew ventured off in the dinghy to explore a nearby island. After a couple of hours wandering around and through a forest on the island, they returned hampered with large bags of foraged apples, walnuts and rosehips. Biz is making rosehip syrup, while Francois has his heart set on making a french style apple tart.

Meanwhile I’ve been editing this website while reading a bundle of papers about ‘slow food’, the historic fish trades of Norway and the Via Querissima route established in the 1400s between Italy and Norway.

We have been gifted a selection of fine Norwegian cheeses and 2 different types of Aquavit AKA Akevitt. I’m planning a tasting and lecture for one of the days at sea when we have fine weather.

One of the aquavit’s is the famous ‘linie’ aquavit, which has crossed the equator twice, on the motor ship, MV Tysla. Maybe they would like a sail shipped emission free Tres Hombres line?!

The other is a rather special local Akevitt called Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil Akevitt is made from barley and the name stems from Nordic mythology about the ‘tree of life’.

I’m in two minds about whether to stow the Aquavit until the Atlantic crossing and break it open on the line or not…

This evening we were joined aboard by Eivind, who runs a local chocolate shop called Sjokoladepiken. Tres hombres chocolate is now stocked in Norway in Eivinds shop. So now Norwegians can enjoy organic chocolate sailed, emission free, from the Caribbean. Eivinds chocolate shop sells the most incredible Mexican style hot chocolate. It’s dark, spicy with a chilli kick. It’s been fuelling our evenings the last 10 days in Stavanger.

Hopefully this is my last post before France and Lisbon. Our next port of call will be Douarnenez, to collect 4 barrels of French natural wine from artisan natural wine maker Olivier Cousin. Then onwards to Lisbon to deliver our cargo of Klippfish and load a cargo of olive oil.

Please send us fair winds and following seas. Thank you.

Lucy, New Dawn Traders.




Explorers Festival 2013 Art Exhibition

I’m excited to have mine and Jamie Pikes ‘New Dawn Traders’ photographs exhibited in The EXPLORERS Gallery in Lisbon in a weeks time. The EXPLORERS Gallery is a collaboration between The EXPLORERS FESTIVAL 2013 and ART STATION curated by Xxavier Edward Carter and Fanni Foldvari powered by Konica Minolta.

The exhibition will feature photography by local and international artists four rooms have been populated under the themes of Exploring Trade, Exploring Balance, Exploring Light, and Exploring Landscape. New Dawn Traders will feature aptly in the ‘Exploring trade’ theme.

“Through the experience of this collaborative effort we encounter the real life images of lives seeking to define their journeys through artistic means. We the curators encourage you to consider these lives and through the use of artistic expression embrace practices that engage the social, racial, cultural, economic, and political mechanisms for a positive change when developing your life.” Xxavier Edward Carter, 2013.

Excited to be featured in my first Art exhibition! If you are in Lisbon get down to see it. I’ll post photographs once I arrive, by sail ship aboard SV Tres Hombres, into Lisbon in 2 weeks time.

Slow fish adventures in Stavanger, Norway

Tres Hombres Ship will be receiving a fabulous sustainable Slow Food cargo of Stockfish destined for Lisbon, Portugal.Stockfish is a traditional fish product from Norway and is one of the protect ‘Ark of Taste‘ flavours chosen by the Slow Food presidio. The Ark of taste campaign seeks to find and protect traditional artisan foods, tastes and flavours around the globe. Many thanks to Ove Fosså, the Slow Food Norway President and Terje Ingerhaug for their help in recreating this historic trade.

Terje sailed with Tres Hombres 3 years ago when Tres Hombres collected a fine cargo of Norwegian produce coordinated by Ove and delivered by the power of the wind to Cardiff. Tres hombres ship were delighted to host Ove for dinner on the ship last night and hear details of this trade.

The crew of the Tres Hombres have been having their own Slow fish Slow Food adventures in Port, hand-smoking herring and experimenting with delicious salt fish recipes. Check out our photos here.Image

Northward ho!

Friday: Departure on a blood moon. When the layers between the material and spirit world are thinnest. On a ship of good souls. It’s a kind ship. The orders from the top are kind. To take care of each other. Watch who is present and check on your watch mates and to wake the next watch gently. Ideally with songs! Meals times are like clockwork as needs to be when watches clock on and off. We have to hot bunk a bit as more crew then bunks.

The full moon looked like a crystal snowflake peeping behind a fluffy matrix of rippled clouds. By nightfall we were making 9-10 knots in moderate swell. Most the crew are sea sick. I made pasta with a creamy broccoli sauce. I added some tomato purée which combined with some fermented soy sauce made it taste like it had cheese in it. I made tomato olive oil and basil pasta for the 3 vegans. Only one of which ate in the end. I made some fresh ginger and turmeric tea to settle tummies. It’s great being back cooking on a boat. Every thing is an adventure trying to stay upright and juggling the kettle. Trying not to drop all the plates as you bounce up and down through the ways.

Alex lent me her mini rig and some cool tunes to make my first galley day vibesy. Minirigs are definitely essential sailing kit! We are sailing on a bearing of 010. Almost due north. We have past a few oil platforms and there are lots of fishing and Cargo boats passing us on the port side. We have a look put stationed most of the time looking out for vessels and fishing gear. I’m a little bit uneasy about climbing the rigging. The idea of furling the royal in a swell in the dark gives me the shivers… Gotta do harness safety training soon… Amaury has made me smile most today. He reminds me of my brother Charlie with his blond hair, joking around happy go lucky puppy nature. All the crew are lovely.

Breakfast wake up at 6:30am. It’s still ink black. The moon is now setting on the port side. I make porridge with 6 mugs of oats, half a bar of coconut cream a half cup of hemp seeds and some cinnamon, ginger and sugar. Good morning fuel. Plus top up of ginger tea and green tea. Wrestled with the coffee. The system we have on board to make coffee is ridiculous. Involves pouring through a filter balanced precariously on a jug. Every time the ship pitches we almost throw the coffee across the galley. It’s like a comedy sketch. I’m not making coffee anymore. At least until we have a cafetiere or coffee press.

Appelstroop is delicious in the porridge. This is my new favourite breakfast. Francois made a make shift croissant by thickly spreading butter on bread, rolling it, closing his eyes and dipping it in hot coffee. No fresh croissants on this ship except in our imaginations.

The decks are now laced with grip lines. The storm nets went up yesterday before dark. We have made at least 160 miles by breakfast. Not quite half way but very good speed. We re dong about 9 knots still northwards. At 8am we were at the same latitude as Esbjerg in Denmark.

For lunch I roasted pumpkin and made cous cous. The pumpkin is enormous. I had to stand on the bench and use all my weight to slice into it. There’s been some swell and things flying around the galley. There is a storm heading our way so after lunch the royal and course were furled. The captain, Arjen, made the decision to hang back to avoid sailing into it

I spent the late afternoon in the chart room. Learning about the instruments and charging my laptop. Dinner I made lentils and got out sauerkraut. It was yummy. But a lot of the crew are still sick. We gybed over dinner and pans went flying. Every galley day is an endurance test with holding of extreme yogaesque poses and wedging in to stay stable at an angle. The galley isn’t gimbled.

Steven had a wave break over him on the foredeck in the process of gybing. The boys all seemed miserable and wet over dinner.

Alex described the sensation of sailing in the galley as being perched in the clouds aboard a wobbling striding beast.

More gems from Alex include: enjoy puking. Relish it and eat for it, then sea sickness passes faster. Gross.

Tomorrow I’m going to make shepherds pie and bake a cake. Apple cake.

Seems like Tabea and Cole are making friends… If you know what I mean!

Sunday: breakfast is eggy bread or wentelteefjes. Which translates as ‘turning bitches’. We tacked after Breakfast. I had a funny dream where I was running around in my underwear having lots of flings while never quite making it to ed dowdings birthday.

We tacked after breakfast. Morning was idyllic. Bright sunshine and warm on deck. Arjen and Vincent helped me chop in the galley. We made bread pudding from all the bread, apples and pears. Lunch was a hearty soup with the organic cheese from the lighthouse keeper. I made tons of herby croutons too. The period just after lunch is my favourite time. Often the captain, mates and off going watch stay for a while drinking tea.

I went to my bunk to have a little rest and it all changed. I came back 45 minutes later to find the rain lashing down. I sat in the navigation room to type a blog and all of a sudden thunder bellowed and flashes of lightening struck almost at the same time. Arjen turned off all the electrics as a precaution and we waited for it to pass. I went back to the galley to make tea and remembered the bread apple pudding which was simmering nicely in the oven. I served it right away. I managed to find a can of squirty cream to the delight of all the crew. I think being in a steamy galley in a thunder storm eating apple cake and cream is pretty rocking. We pinned he our back as the storm cleared to view an enormous rainbow over to port.

Dinner was roasted ‘home fries’, green beans and the mackerel caught earlier lightly baked in dill. I collapsed exhausted into bed at 9:30pm. Over dinner we discussed a sailing sit com. Maybe set in the galley of a ship as a stage show. Always moving. Today has been absolutely comedy and I dearly wish the galley was installed with go pros and sound recording! Everyone here is absolutely hilarious. Chimra told some awful Jew and baby jokes. Cole is non stop bad taste comedy.

My legs feel like they have been running all day.

This way that way forwards and backwards over the northern sea. A bottle of rum to fill my tum. A sailors life for me.

Monday. It’s blowing. I’ve had a roller coaster of a night in my bunk. I found a leeboard to wedge myself in. Scrambled across deck to the galley to make porridge and found some sleeping trainees. It’s really difficult to do anything when the ship is pitched over 20 degrees and surfing up and down waves. Managed porridge and a can of green tea. And waited to serve people as they filtered in one by one soaked from the wind, rain and waves. As it was extreme cooking conditions, I made relatively plain risotto rice with vegetables for lunch. It’s pitching 25 degrees most of the time. I took a nap as breakfast and lunch preparation had been exhausting. I passed Arjen in the chart room who informed me that we were on the edge of the storm.

I went back on deck to make tea at 4:30. I stood on deck aft next to the wheel and watched seagulls fly by. There was one beautiful gull with an orange neckerchief. The sea is slate grey and the sky endless grey. Every now and then the cusp of the sea breaks and there is a flash of aquamarine.

For supper I made cauliflower cheese to go with the leftover rice. It took ages and was difficult to manage sliding all over the place. I have many more bruises than before. After supper I retired to my bunk and changed my thermals which revealed the extent to which I’d battered my self around the ship. Finally we are heading to Stavanger. Then we sailed straight into the storm. Cue a long night, mostly at 35 degree angle, getting thrown out of my bunk.

All hands were on deck. At 4 am the Norwegian coastline was spotted and by 10 am we were making plans to get tugged into Stavanger. I missed the worst of it as I was in my bunk. When I came on deck in the morning to make breakfast I was sad I’d missed being on deck, by the helm, in the howling winds, surfing the waves and galloping through the waves at 12.5 knots….

Hey ho. Next leg I’m on watch. It will come soon enough. I love being back on the water in a weird family community cooking at silly angles. It rocks. Big time.

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