Can’t see through the Haar

The day started off well, both cruising upwind at 11 knots, until I heard something over the VHF. It was muffled so couldn’t tell if it was Joe or not. Throughout the day we listen on channel 72, a ship-to-ship channel, used when two vessels want to talk to one another, e.g. two boats travelling together who want to discuss a route change. This means that we sometimes hear chat unrelated to us. Yesterday I heard what I thought was two Polish speakers, and through the Solent we listened as a sail training leader directed a fleet of less experienced yachts through the channel. When we heard a second incomprehensible message, we headed back towards Mentor just as a precaution. When the Bluetooth headsets were in range it had indeed been Joe, he was urgently instructing us to come back to him. At first the alarm in his voice made us think something had gone wrong with the boat itself; he’d run over a lobster pot and had lost steering, or the bilge pump was going again, or similar. It was only when we got closer we realised Mentor had started entering thick fog. We could see it almost like a black cloud of smoke against the blue skies further out to sea, but on the inward tack towards the beach we hadn’t seen it. We decided to alter course, continuing up the coastline further in. Soon, even there it was foggy, with Stew and I having to criss-cross close in towards Joe. Not going more than 50 metres either side of his tracks without one of the three of us shouting “Tack” to indicate it was time to turn. It was eerie, sometimes you’d see the person in the haze but not the kite, and other times you’d see the riderless kite approaching towards you. Eventually it got so bad we decided to call it a day. Even during packdown we had to remain close together so Jeremy on the rib didn’t disappear in the cloud. (There’s a 10 minute period when he collects a kiter, that there are lines in the water, so he’s unable to turn on his engine/move anywhere).
We listened to the symphony of fog horns as we entered Peterhead harbour. We were told by the harbour master a large supply ship was leaving, and we could hear as it’s fog horn plotted it’s course in front of us, but it wasn’t until it was past us that the ship emerged from the fog, the crew busy on deck stowing ropes looked like they were a ghost ship hovering a few centimetres from the surface of the water.

Map of today’s route

Map Key: Stew (Red), Islay (White) and Mentor (Blue)

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