Saturday, 6 May 2017

We bought a boat! ("You bought a boat?")

It looks like we’ve found the boat for our adventures! It’s about 50 foot long, made of steel and the current owners want to hand over straight away – so our adventure is starting sooner than expected!

Last weekend was Mayday long weekend, and there was a boat for sale in Yeppoon that we decided to go and see.  It’s a good 6 hour drive and also near where Great-Grandma Joyce and Great-Aunt Colleen live in Rockhampton, so we thought it was be a good opportunity to visit them too.

A few days before we left, a girl got in touch via one of the FB pages I’m on, and where I’d posted that we were looking for a boat.  Anni said they were selling a suitable boat and they were in Gladstone, a couple of hours further south from Rocky. So we arranged to see that boat too.

The days Matt and I both had off work were the Sunday and Monday, so we had to whizz down on the Sunday and get back on the Monday, in time for school and work on Tuesday.  To complicate matters, I was signed up for the team relay in the Hammo Hilly Half,  a marathon event on Hamilton Island on the Sunday morning.  I agreed with Matt that I would take the first ferry back to the mainland, shower and we’d head straight off (instead of lounging by the pool with my team mates, patting ourselves on the back and sipping cocktails after the run, which was also quite appealing).

I had a gruelling but thoroughly enjoyable run with amazing views.  There was a great turn out, despite it being only a month since TC Debbie went through and devastated so much of our beautiful Whitsundays.  I had a wonderful team, the atmosphere was fantastic and I was on a massive high afterwards.  Somehow we floated back to the mainland and hugged goodbyes, finishing medals clinking.  Matt and the girls were waiting with our bags packed and the car running, and off we went.

We got to Rockhampton after hours of driving, a couple of them in the dark, which makes me nervous on the Bruce Highway (where roos, pigs and livestock roam).  After lots of hugs and a quick cup of tea with Great-Grandma and Colleen we all collapsed into bed.  The alarm went off early the next morning as we were due at the first boat at 8am and had an hours driving to get there.

The family selling the boat in Yeppoon were friendly and had older kids, who had clearly been told to stay off the boat whilst we were looking around and so were fishing/netting off the pontoon.  Tilly and Sasha were intrigued, and also loved the kid’s cabin in the forepeak. The boat however, felt sad and a little neglected.  There were lots of jobs that Matt and I could see that needed doing, that would be hard for us to live with.  After our allocated hour (we were on a strict schedule in order to get home to Airlie Beach that night) we said our thank yous and hopped in the car for the two-hour trek to the steel ketch.

We were met at Gladstone by the couple and their two younger kids in the marina playground.  Tilly and Sasha immediately threw themselves at the climbing equipment having been cooped up the car for so many hours and the mum offered to stay with them all whilst the dad showed us round the boat.

Iron Will is a steel cutter-rigged ketch, about 45 foot long (although no-one seems quiet sure of the exact measurements).  She was built in 2001 for an Antarctic expedition, so is solid and sturdy.  We liked her immediately, from her robust bowsprit with good-sized anchor to her solar panel and dingy davits astern.  We liked her wide decks and stout (almost agricultural!) deck fittings.  She had all the appropriate gear on board, bags of storage, a decent galley and the requisite accommodation set up we’re after – forepeak for the girls and aft cabin for us. 

The kids came and joined us on the boat and we all sat and chatted.  There were some design curiosities – the passage from the saloon to the aft cabin is only about 5 foot high so you have to stoop and make like a Hobbit.  The cavernous top-loading fridge and freezer are also accessed in this tunnel and don’t have much space to lift the lids, so you’re hard pushed to look properly inside.  In the cockpit the engine controls are mounted near the companionway hatch, instead of by the wheel, which would make for interesting close-quarters maneuvering!  However, no boat is perfect and we could see ourselves stepping on this one and heading off. 

The owners had owned the boat for nearly 3 years and had been about to set off on a circumnavigation when they discovered they had a little stowaway! The stowaway was now an energetic toddler and had been joined by a little sister who was nearly one.  They had tried moving one board a couple of months ago and had found the kids were just too young at this stage.  They’d been offered a chance to be involved in the family business back in WA and were keen to sell the boat and start their new life – although they had a 5-year plan to get back on the water.  So they were flexible about price, and as we were cash buyers we all had lots of space to negotiate.

The timings were a little quick for us but we liked the boat and promised to get back to them, before hurrying up the pontoon and jumping in the car to start the long drive home.  We chatted about the boat all the way home, it was clear we both felt the same way (keen) and we talked through logistics -  whether we could make it work by keeping the boat on cheap pile moorings in Gladstone while we got organized over the next six months.  We decided there was no way we wanted to be doing this journey on a regular basis, so the boat had to be in Airlie Beach.

We got home late that Monday night, tired but still excited and sick of take-away food after two days of it! We spent the next few days nutting things out with the owners and by Friday we’d worked out that they would deliver it to Mackay as soon as they could and weather permitted, and Matt would join them for the last hop up to Airlie as a handover.  We all signed a contact saying we’d buy it from them and they’d sell it to us, and we transferred the deposit.

So now we’re hoping it will all work out, and the boat will get here soon.  We can only afford 3 months in a marina in Airlie Beach, which is one of the most expensive areas in Australia.  We won’t have much change from $5,000 for three months, which should keep us focused while we sell/store everything we own and rent out the house.  Hopefully it will also give us a while to transition to living aboard and give the girls a chance to get used to our new home.

Matt was hoping to help deliver it from Gladstone, and asked his employer for the time off.  They were short of skippers for the period required so it couldn’t happen, but it meant they were curious about what he was going to do with a boat.  Airlie is a small place and everyone knows everyone and everyone’s business.  So Matt took the plunge on Friday and told his employers, so I now feel I can tell mine. 

I’m very sad about leaving the school that I love and the friends that I’ve made, although I know that adventures await.  Tilly and Sasha also seem to have mixed feelings about leaving school.  Tilly is fairly sang froid about it all; her two closest friends left the area last year which made her very sad and a bit disconnected.  I suspect as long as she has books and a bunk to read them in she’ll be fine.  However Sasha is a bit fretful.  She’s excited at the thought of no more actual schoolwork but she loves her teacher, her friends and the school community.  St Caths is a very special and wonderful place and it’s good to know that when (if?) we come back in a years time the girls will be able to return.

We’ve decided that the kids and I will finish at the end of Term 2, which gives us nearly two months.  Matt will work as long as he can to keep filling the coffers.  Our three months in the marina will be up in August 2017 so we plan to head off then.  We’re thinking about first of all cruising around our own backyard, as the Whitsundays are a very special place, then we can head south at the end of the year and see friends and family down towards The Sunshine Coast and Fraser Island, away from the Cyclone belt.


Matt and I are already immersed in plans of what to keep, what to sell and what to move onboard.  We suspect we have a very busy three months ahead of us!

Monday, 6 March 2017

Let's run away to sea

I’ve been thinking about my incredibly strong urge to up and leave.  Ever since Matt reintroduced  “The Dream” into our lives a few weeks ago, I’ve been so excited that I feel like I have ants in my pants.  Sometimes I get so full of the compulsion to GO NOW that I want to find a skipping rope and do 100 or 200 fast skips to discharge the excess energy.  I can feel it brimming out of me.  I can’t remember the last time anything fired me up so much.

But our lives here are so content, so stable, so full of everything that we’re supposed to want, that I know we’re going to face some serious lack of comprehension when we go public with our plans.  So, in no particular order, here are my 10 top reasons for wanting to grab my family and run away to sea.

1.     Everything on board “has to work for everyone”.  I can’t think of a better family mantra.
2.     We get to hang out as family, all the time (sometimes I think that will be a good point for NOT going!)
3.     Matt and I are a good team, and we work best when aiming for a common goal (what couple doesn’t?)
4.     I love the sound of the cruising community.  I have a strong need to belong.
5.     I love the anti-consumerism ethos; the idea of “stuff” as the enemy.
6.     I’m happy being in and around Nature.
7.     I get a buzz out of the idea of living self-sufficiently and resourcefully, the need to use our creativity and ingenuity.
8.     I hope it will slow life right down.
9.     I get excited about challenges and adventures – approached with caution and courage.
10. Since my health overhaul (Feb 2016) my life has both expanded and sped up.  It has blossomed into spectacular technicolour.  I feel the need to seize every chance to fully inhabit my life, to make it matter, to make every bit of it count.

I feel almost panicky that something might happen to stop us going.  I pray that we encounter no health problems to stop us going, because anything else, surely is surmountable. 


I really, really can’t wait. 

Fights

Matt and I have had our first argument of the trip, and we haven't even left yet!

So it was Matt that recently brought up the subject of leaving again.  This is something we decided we wanted to do several years ago, when the kids were very very little.  We plotted and planned, got excited, put our one and only rental property on the market to realise the capital to buy a boat and ... nothing.  We couldn't sell the damn thing.  And with no money to buy a boat, we carried on with life, got busy, got sucked in (as you do) and the dream faded.  The kids got bigger and started at a great local school, I got a job at the local school, Matt got a job locally, instead of working away for weeks at a time; we were all thriving and counting our blessings.  Matt and I felt very lucky to have jobs at all in the fall-out of the GFC, especially ones that we enjoyed.  The girls stopped asking "are we going away on a boat soon?" as we talked about it less, and the subject of homeschooling also stopped coming up.  We took the rental unit of the market, resigned ourselves to being landlubbers and enjoying the journey of family life.

But a couple of things happened recently that changed all that.  Firstly, some good friends, with daughters roughly the same age as ours, returned from a two-year "Big Lap" of Australia.  We had them over straight away for a barbecue and had a wonderful time catching up, lolling around on our verandah while the kids played happily and the smoke from the barbie drifted away into the blue sky, drinking beer and hearing about their tales of wonderful places discovered, friends made and farewelled, heat, dust, waterfalls, and snow.  We had been planning our getaway over two years ago, when they were planning theirs.  We had all made jokes about swapping modes of transport when we all returned - we'd get their truck and off-road caravan, and they could have our boat.  Now here they were having done it, and our two years had passed in a blur of school fees and mowing the lawn.

The other thing that changed our direction was Matt.  He came home one day, and with a slightly wild look in his eye, announced that he still wanted us to go.  He wanted to buy a boat, pull the kids out of school, and cruise the East Coast of Queensland for 6 months or a year.  And he thought the best time to do it would be the end of the school year, December 2017.  I was taken aback and blurted "I don't think I want to go!".  I like my life here, we have good friends, the kids are settled, we take nice holidays - what's not to love?  But when I thought about it further, I realised that it was fear holding me back.  I was scared of the unknown.  Scared of keeping our kids safe.  Scared of being emotionally reliant on just us - there was so much I was frightened of.  And once I realised that, and we talked about it, and I thought about it, I found that my fear had dissipated and I was actually just excited! The possibilities seemed vast and endless - I loved the sound of an adventure and I loved the idea of spending time together as a family.

In fact I was consumed with enthusiasm, started reading everything I could get my hands on about voyaging - I'll add a reading list next - talking to the girls about going on an adventure, using our vast wall map to choose places we'd love to sail to, absorbing blogs, browsing boat-brokers lists and generally hurling myself into the whole thing.  I calculated that it's now February and we plan to sail away in December, that only leaves us 10 months to "do up" the unit (it needs painting internally after years of renters), sell it, actually get the money in the bank, go boat shopping from our relatively remote location of the Whitsundays, rent the house, sell pretty much everything we own, put everything else into a shipping container (buy that too), arrange homeschooling and move onto our (theroretical) boat.  It seemed we had not a moment to lose!

However, I had reckoned without Matt's exhaustion and the long hours he was putting into his current job.  Matt "only" works 3 or 4 days a week, but man, they are long days.  He often gets up in the dark before 5am, drives to the Port, spends all day driving a big expensive vessel to the islands and back to the Port several times, meeting aeroplane flights that were often delayed, explaining delays to tired ands stressed travellers, managing crew, dealing with breakdowns, washing the vessel down, eating lunches on the go in the late afternoon and finally getting the boat tied up and stepping off in the dark, getting home after 7pm in time for goodnight kisses from his daughters.

So when I broached the subject one night, intent on galvanising us and getting things going, I approached the whole thing with the subtlety and finesse of a battering ram.  Matt was tired and cranky and just blocked me with monosyllabic answers until I exploded in frustration.  I really, really want to go and am excited about it.   He floated the idea, he started it, now I'm excited and he keeps shutting me down.  He explained that he's just tired and can't muster enthusiasm for anything except going to bed!  When I realised that, I simmered down.  I got him to shake on it though - we ARE going, this IS going to happen and we'll talk about it when he has some energy! 

So this weekend we're planning on walking the Whitsunday Great Walk.  It's 28kms through the rainforest and something we've always wanted to do.  The kids are being dropped off with friends early and we'll set off with water and stout boots, and are hoping to complete the whole thing in 6-7 hours.  I will have a captive audience for the whole day and intend to make the most of it!

Planning the Leap

It's February 2017 and we are keen to go sailing.  Pack up what we need, sell the rest, rent the house, buy a boat, pull the kids out of school and head off!

So I'm Bel and my husband Matt and I both love being on the water.  We've both worked on boats in the past.  I dabbled for a few years, he's an experienced, qualified captain who has been in the industry his whole working life.  We met working on an amazing 50m private motor yacht, as part of a crew of 12.  A few years later we decided to settle down in his native Australia and start a family.  As a Pom, who went to sea primarily to escape the British weather, this was a no-brainer for me!  

We have our two beautiful daughters, Tilly and Sasha who, right now, are 8 and 7.  Although Tilly actually turns 9 next month and planning dinner out with two good friends (and us, I hope!) followed by a visit to a Cold Rock ice cream shop and back home for a sleepover.

We live in the very beautiful Whitsundays area, in the Tropical North of Oz, a stunning area of tropical rainforests, turquoise waters, coral reefs, palm trees and many gorgeous uninhabited islands.  We bought three acres of land 10 years ago and Matt and his Dad built our house, on the side of a hill, with great valley views and lots of creepy crawlies!  We keep chooks, grow veg and have regular visits from wallabies, cockatoos and rainbow lorrikeets.

Matt works locally, driving ferries to the islands, and I'm the librarian at the same school that our kids attend.  It's a great local community, we're all comfortable and happy.

We feel very lucky, very blessed ... and we feel like we need to go sailing! It's not that anything is missing, it's that we both feel the pull of the sea.  After 10 years ashore, and working steadily, and being landlubbers, and having our kids we feel that - now it's time.  If we don't do it now, we never will. 

We're pretty nervous.  It feels like a huge step.  It IS a huge step.  What will we do for money? Will we rent the house or sell it?  How long for?  Will we come back here, if we do, what will we do for work? What about schooling? What about friends?  Will the kids hate us? Will we hate each other?! How on earth will all of us live in such a tiny space after having this lovely house and acres of land?  How will I manage my fear of keeping the girls safe? So many questions ... but we feel we have to do this now, or we'll regret it forever.  We are both very excited!

There's a lot to think about and a lot to plan ... and this is where I'm going to blog it out.