St Helena

NORDLYS
David and Annette Ridout
Thu 28 Feb 2008 13:41
St. Helena
 
15:55S 5:43W
James Town anchorage
28th February 2008
 
 
At 0130 on the morning of Tuesday the 26th February the anchor went down in 20 metres.  1720 nm, ten days and eighteen hours since Simon's Town.  As usual the weather had conspired to give us a night landfall.  Some miles out the wind rose from a fickle ten knots to a steady fifteen but by this time an early evening arrival was impossible thus we ran under main only so as to arrive after moonrise which was at midnight.  The end of an easy passage that would have been fantastic but for the last few days of minimal wind.  At least we had kept the sails full all bar three hours when we motored, charged batteries and made water.
 
The island itself has lived up to expectations.  Jamestown can only be described as akin to a small west country town in the '60s.  Quaintly English it is strung out along the bottom of a steeply sided valley the sides of which are parched brown rock.  However the top of the island has an entirely different climate as we found out yesterday when we took a tour.  Climbing out of the coastal ravine one comes upon a landscape that is almost as green as that of Ireland.  The steep fields, little of the terrain is flat, have cattle grazing contentedly.  The views, temperature and general ambience are quite beautiful.  A walking holiday here would be bliss, for the fairly fit!  Plantation House, the home of the Governor, nestles in a quiet green valley and could easily be a Georgian mansion in the English countryside.  The paddock it faces is open to the public and  five giant tortoises roam this field.  Coming from the Seychelles they range in age but the oldest was apparently mature on arrival in 1882.  Thus likely to be fifty years old then and about one hundred and seventy plus now.  He likes his neck stroked and in no way is afraid of humans. 
 
We were luck to be put in touch with a Scottish Lady who is out here trying to put together an economic case for an airfield that the British Government have promised to build.  Through her we learnt that the politics of this place are a nightmare of vested interests and British bureaucratic ineptitude.  Some of the problems are: an alternate will be needed for the aircraft, especially as the top of the island is often in mist.  Ascension with its long sea level runway would be fine.  America rents this airfield from us, the British, but will not give permission for this use!  The British Government simply lies down with its legs in the air over this.  The St Helenans themselves voted to have a new ship and a quay built.  A cheaper answer.  However the Government in its wisdom included the Falklands and Tristan da Cunha in the referendum thus over fifty percent opted for the airfield.  After all this there may not be the money for the airfield anyway.  Due to a certain Mr Brown the UK coffers are not overflowing at the moment.  Finally due to a very healthy subsidy from the British Government there is no real desire to work hard on the part of the locals.  Thus all eggs and milk are imported from South Africa.  I could go on and on and I am sure that I do not have the picture perfectly.  This would take a week or more of study.  What does emerge however is that the British Government is in no way helping these people to become self sufficient, which is its stated aim, because they are allowing the flourishing of local very restrictive rules which are set to aid a few powerful families. 
 
Nearly a year ago we were visiting Christmas island and Cocos atoll.  What we have learnt here is that it is by no means the Australian government only that is making to say the least a bit of a mess over its ownership of isolated islands.  None of this has in any way spoilt our visit.  The locals are charming and helpful, the place a visitors delight and on top of all this there is the 'Napoleonic' interest.  Yesterday we visited the country house he first stayed in.  Then one he mainly resided in and where he finished his days.  Finally and in some ways most movingly of all we visited the site of his first burial.  Now just an unmarked slab of concrete, his body having been taken to France, it lies in a natural bowl with mature vegetation giving a beautifully peaceful air.  Tall trees tower over the dell.  Wild flowers abound and in many cases climb up the aforementioned trees giving a cascade of colour.  I could think of no nicer place on earth to be buried.  The visits to all three of these places were each fascinating with the first two being conducted under the auspices of very informative guides.  For a statesman to be shut away on such an island must have been hard and there is no doubt that Longwood, his main house of captivity, was then and would be now if it were not for the use of dehumidifiers on many days a very damp spot.  He was living his last few years in much natural beauty however.
 
Tomorrow I am going to do a dive with a local instructor, this morning we snorkelled on a wreck in the bay and worked on Nordlys and her sails to prepare for the two passages ahead.  As it stands we intend to set out on Saturday for Ascension.  As I write there are three other yachts here, all good friends and another two due in any time.
 
Happy times
David
 
 
The famous steps.  All 699 of them.  Rising 602 feet they have
to be climbed.  Originally a rail track to raise stores to the fort
above they have since the late 19thC been steps.  They are so steep
as to induce vertigo and I for one had my hands on both rails most of the time.
After days at sea we found it necessary to stop and admire the fast improving view every
fifty steps or so.
 
View from the top.  Nordlys is the white blob in the very top left hand corner of the photo.
The dots in the square below are parked cars
 
This photo with a rock called Lot in the middle ground and his wife in
the distance shows very well the two climatic zones of St Helena.
The green upper parts and the barren lower coastal hills and valleys
 
I would love to put in more photos especially of the various Napoleonic sites however I am not prepared to take my computer ashore and brave the leap from ferry to quay with it.  Thus I will have to use expensive Iridium time to send this.