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1st August - Harbour, Port aux Basques
 
Location:
Port aux Basques, Nova Scotia
Time:
05.42am

Weather:

Clear skies and gentle waves.

Team Member:
Bear Grylls, Team Leader

Report:

It was a real mix of emotions as we left Halifax having arrived to strangers, the people who made us feel so welcome. We left the flotilla of boats swarming with good wishes and new friends, our excitement to be underway heightened and we all had goose bumps as we waved goodbye. We pointed our nose north east and began to settle down into the routine of living onboard. Very early on we spotted the Wallenius Wilhelmsen UK container ship that had so carefully brought the boat over only a matter of weeks ago, now leaving to return once more to the UK. The weather was beautiful and the only dark clouds were in our hearts as we pondered over the sort of extreme conditions that we could experience on arrival to Greenland. We saw a few whales, lone seals and watched the most beautiful sunset later that day. At midnight we dropped our American journalist Carol at Glace Bay at the tip end of Nova Scotia.

 

Arriving in Glace Bay was fantastic with hundreds of little islands and rocks silhouetted by the moon and the phosphorus. Nige navigated us expertly through all of these with precision accuracy where trusting the Simrad electronics becomes so paramount. Glace Bay is a tiny little working fishing village where as soon as you enter the small harbour the powerful smell of working fishing boats makes it pretty clear where you are! Fisherman were still working on the dockside when we arrived and they stared with strange bemusement as the Arnold & Son Explorer slid between their boats looking like some strange unfamiliar vessel. We said farewell to Carol and at 1am we were heading back out into the deep waters that separates Nova Scotia and New Foundland.

 
It was 100 miles ahead of us to Port aux Basques, the sea state was gentle rollers, shooting stars were going crazy and we could see the strange green light on the horizon. It looked so bright as if there was a huge town or oil rig over the horizon but there was nothing but sea on the chart. Slowly we realised this was the first sight of the Northern Lights, a flickering green gas streaky up and down the horizon. It was beautiful. We each managed a warm-ish boil in the bag to eat and most of the crew got a couple of hours whilst Mick and Bear had the graveyard 3am - 5am shift. At 6.30am local time and a beautiful early morning light we arrive at Port aux Basques, I still have my lifejacket, survival suit, thermals, boots, gloves and hat on and squashed in the small stowage compartment with cramp speaking over a satellite phone to you guys and now I really want a cup of tea with the locals! Andy checks the engine on arrival, he's been so thorough and the engine and jet haven't missed a beat. He is worth his weight in gold but makes a lousy brew.
 
We leave here after refuelling at 9am to head out through the infamous Belle Aisle Strait to our final Canadian port of St. Mary's Harbour, Labrador. Am awaiting a confirmation weather forecast to come through.
 
 
 
 
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