Barry's Blog #105 - The long weekend


Tenerife, Canary islands circa 1991

Once upon a time, many lifetimes ago, I was a professional DJ. I started off doing mobile discos for birthdays and weddings, I was just 15 years old then. Later I began working in nightclubs and one gig led to another gig until I was working 5 different pubs and clubs 6 nights per week.

In November 1986 a stupid morning-after-the-night-before drink driving accident lost me my driver's license for 12 months and my best mate and fellow DJ Alan Bates suggested I fly out to Tenerife in the Canary Islands where they had a 12 month tourist season and I'd have no problem getting a job. He was right.

I loved the Tenerife life so much that after 12 months I didn't bother returning to the UK, instead I spent the next 10 years living the party lifestyle. During that decade I met so many wonderful people, many of whom became firm lifelong friends and through social media we've all kept in touch.

Tenerife workers 30 year reunion 2019

Roll forward 30 years and there's an announcement on Facebook that there's going to be a reunion on the 5th of October 2019 in Manchester UK. A B Sea was anchored at Athens, Greece which meant that Manchester was only 2,623 kilometres (1,629 miles) away. Time to book a flight.

Aannsha goes solo

The original plan had been to leave Aannsha in charge of A B Sea at anchor in Varkiza Bay, mainland Greece where there was protection from the prevailing north wind. We'd anchored in 4 metres (13 feet) of water, let out 40 metres (131 feet) of chain, that's a scope of 10 : 1. However the wind gods decided that they'd do a complete 180 and bring some big wind from the south. Varkiza Bay is very exposed to the south so we moved A B Sea to Kavouri Bay slightly further north and protected from the south.

Kavouri Bay, mainland Greece

Kavouri bay is 95% weed on the bottom and it took us three attempts before we finally got our anchor into a sandy patch and got it dug in. We both dived the anchor and we were very happy with how it looked.

After a calm night and a good night's sleep, Thursday morning rolled around and we checked the weather online. Thunder storms were predicted. As the morning wore on the sky darkened and on the horizon low clouds, almost black in colour, were illuminated with flashes of lightening. We quickly folded away the bimini and just as Aannsha closed the last deck hatch the first big raindrops started falling. A minute later the squall was upon us. The wind leapt up to 40 knots driving the rain almost horizontal. The rain was so heavy it became a compete white out. The whole thing probably lasted 10 minutes before it rumbled off to the north.

Once the sea had calmed down Aannsha dived the anchor to see if it had moved. It hadn't, if anything the 40 knots of wind and the weight of A B Sea had driven it even further into the sand. That was good.