Cartwright

Cartwright is a small town tucked in out of the weather, it is the first place we see significant innu and Inuit influence. As we pull in we see another yacht already there. Other yachts 3 nights on the trot seems impossible. We have sailed in all of the way from Indian tickle and try our best to sail all the way to the dock. Defeated by lack of wind and some dodgy depth soundings we drop the sails and motor over to the dock. It is a German boat again call Flintholm and they off to take our lines, Claus and Katrin super friendly live aboard sailors in there 60s. We grab a shower and have a couple of beers in the local pub. Absolutely zero atmosphere. Then early night. Cartwright has some limited restocking opportunities. So we stock the food top up the propane and load the beer and wine. We get to know Claus and Katrina’s sailing stories and we invite them for supper on our boat. Current signature dish is roast Salmon (fresh caught) and roast vegetables. Salmon perfect veggie crunchie.
We stay one more night waiting for the weather, to go from no wind to some wind. Tarquin takes the opotunity to go for a long walk while i catch up on paperwork. 3 hours later he returns with a 25 year old Inuit girl and she stay for beers and looks through our photo and picks out her families sheds and fishing spots and we even have met some of her family in other harbours. It’s more like Cornwall than you might think. She lives with her boyfriend in Pinsents arm a pretty remote cove near charlotte town. Top girl with top stories with the most unlikely name of Claire Sainsbury’s. I think Tarquin is in love as we leave to go north.Read more