Friday, 26 September 2025

An Extraordinary Moment

 I am going to copy below a little piece which I have just written concerning the failure of Maria Steen to get on the ballot for the Irish presidential election. One may well ask what it has got to do with Sailing the Gannetsway and wouldn't it be better to leave politics out of it? Well, upstream of politics there are not alone physical realities, but spritual and religious ones as well! Dare I say that I was rather too far ahead of the posse in standing for the Christian Solidarity Party in a general election in 1997,- but there was something else that spoiled my campaign and has bedevilled efforts in this direction ever since, by which I mean disagreement about Irish membership of the EU. 

I am inclined to be as critical of the EU as anyone else,- it's just that my instinct is to work with those at home and abroad who wish to renew and reform it rather than to withdraw altogether - but I won't go into that now. The point is that in sailing the coasts from Scotland to the south of Spain, I seek to enjoy and to remind everyone of the ancient links that bind this heartland of Catholic Christianity, visceral spiritual links that seem to arise naturally from the splendid coasts, as indeed do the beautiful churches, cathedrals, calvaires and so on,- links that can actually be fostered by experiencing this wonderful environment and its cultures. There is no better or more authentic way to do it than under sail!

If real change is to be achieved, it will no doubt be in conjunction with others on the Continent and beyond. The same is true for 'the elephant' indicated below. Modern Ireland has a horrible habbit of waiting for others to lead the way. It is too bad that from what I hear, even such political discourse as is occurring on alternative media here about the presidential election continues to avoid this little matter,- but here is an occasion when we might make a useful little statement!

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The Irish political establishment was scared stiff of Maria Steen running for the presidency. There was hard evidence that she had a good chance of being elected, in the fact that she played a leading role in the rejection of their family law referendum. Now we are clearly under the communist and autocratic playbook, where you can only vote for candidates approved of by the Party.

I like to think, though I have no evidence to this effect, that Mrs Steen just might have been instrumental in bringing about some real transparency and accountability with regard to the whole covid fiasco. I’m sure the remotest possibility of this alone would have been sufficient to cause the establishment to make every effort to block her. This however is the famous elephant in the room, that has the credibility of our entire polis undermined. It should have been the starting point of every election since. They will have  to make more and more extreme efforts to suppress the truth, as the evidence, the death and injury pile up. Until it is seriously addressed, we are in mortal danger of falling into outright tyranny, with digital ids etc slouching along to meet us into the bargain. 

Our pols are meanwhile very keen on virtue signalling about the dire ills in a distant location which they know virtually nothing about and where they have no skin in the game, in Palestine. It’s a great distraction and some evidently reckon it makes them look good, standing up for poor mistreated underdogs like Hamas. In Ukraine, some even make Putin out to be a victim, provoked and betrayed by NATO,- at any rate they are equivocal about him. They don't care about, for instance, the continuing stream of ships leaving Aughinish here on the Shannon Estuary, laden with alumina for the Russians to make drones out of. I tried the political route to object a couple of years ago. A waste of time of course! 

Democracy  may be a nice idea, but when it gets in the way of making money…. Where would Ireland be today without, for another instance, the pharmaceutical industry? Covid was a master-stroke, in that it not alone made a heap of money for those behind Big Pharma, but heavily indebted us to the money-masters (probably the same crowd) who are now calling the shots. How long does it take to reduce any starry-eyed politician to compliance? A few tugs on the purse strings! It is because of Jesus’ example that some of us cherish the notion that genuine Christian faith may offer some hope of resistance,- there is that disquieting minority through the ages who actually chose God ahead of Mammon, following the truth within rather than tyrants without!

There is a very serious discontent building up within Ireland among  those of us who disapprove of the path we have been dragged down for this last twenty years or more. Now there is a very simple and non-violent course of action open to all of us. Simply write Maria Steen on the ballot at the presidential election! Even if you disagree with her on some points, and after all our president does not have much power, it will be a vote for real democracy, for justice and for truth, and if enough of us do it, it will send a message that, one might imagine, will be hard to simply ignore, even for that lot! After all that referendum last year did get rid of Leo Varadkar, though the incumbents are no better. We must keep trying to  build an alternative. 



Monday, 22 September 2025

Improbable Journeys


Here we go into another winter without the Anna M setting sail from Nazaré. I have been working there for the past six weeks of beautiful weather and I have to admit it's a very pleasant place to be, particularly with neighbours like Ian, Maria and Kevin. (see photo) That's the Anna M's bow in the top left corner. Ian's boat is on the right, which he built himself. He has a fund of knowledge of things that are of great interest to me, such as electric drives and Dyneema rigging.
    Ian hails from South Africa and calls himself an African. I see what he means and I love it! There is an open atmosphere about him of journeying, grazing and camping as he goes, at home everywhere and nowhere. As Progress overtakes the likes of Portugal, the places where you can live like this are getting scarce in Europe, but some of us will always seek them out. Even if we do manage to keep a footing in the property-owning, settled side of life, it does us such a lot of good to meet the folk who are out journeying. Migraturus Habita, 'live as one about to migrate', as my dear friend Ken carved on our fireplace back in Somerset a long time ago. We have after all no lasting home on Earth. I put the sentiment to Fiona these days by saying, ''Home is a good base camp, but not a great destination'.
    Sometimes though we do have to stand our ground. Life is full of such contradictions, and they can be creative. A lady from Estonia, with the somewhat incongruous name of Victoria (the Queen of that name certainly stood for standing one's ground, as well as on many other people's), showed up to go sailing with Kevin, who is on the right in the photo above. I asked her what it was like living so close to Russia. She said it's like living with a drunken big brother who is always annoying you. Sounds about right to me. Then we have dear Anatole from Siberia, who simply says of Russia that it is a mafia state. Yes, it's high time that we in the West got our act together and firmly laid it out that their behaviour is not acceptable.
   Kevin, who has sailed over from Massachusetts, says that the military in America are gearing up for war with Russia and China. Fighting them is of course to be avoided. The trouble is that autocracies thrive on war. It really should be possible to bring them to order without resorting to that,- especially if we got our own house in order! I say we should beware of running into war as an escape from our own problems. If the West were united and at peace with itself, we could handle the big international problems much better. Meanwhile, there's hope so long as we can keep doing things like sailing.
    Anyway Kevin and Victoria are now, against all sense of ease and comfort, heading north, and aiming to get to Kilrush for the winter. Some of his great-grandparents came from County Clare. I've told him we could still get a lovely Indian summer here, and I do hope it turns out to be true, and that he gets a good passage across Biscay.
    No sign of it as Ger and I came home on Brittany Ferries' Salamanca, although she was not particularly bothered by the westerly gale. Still I think they are a tad over-confident in their stabilisers, in not putting any little lips on any tables. I suppose they save a fair sum, but do they factor in the cost of broken dishes and the cost of clearing up the mess when trays go flying? Even the Salamanca gave the odd bad lurch, but anyway she was only half an hour late in arriving at Rosslare. Now, a week later, the weather in Ireland is looking up.
    Once I gave up the idea of getting Anna M afloat this autumn, the idea of an electric drive got a reprieve for now. When it came to the point, I hated the idea of putting the old diesel engine back in, and I decided to see if by some miracle our bright ideas can be revived in the course of the winter. Though there are still plenty of outstanding jobs, the Anna M is now a liveable-in boat again. At five minutes to midnight, maybe it will be possible to salvage our Gannetswaysailing project. Alec, for one, is a severe case of last-minuteitis!
    As I was leaving the Basque country, our Cristíona was arriving to tramp the Camino de Santiago. It is in the very same spirit that I hope to sail the Gannetsway again, celebrating hundreds of years of following Jesus in this part of the world, who calls us to abandon all notions of improbability,- as did those Celtic saints of old, who frequently come to my mind, as they plied the Gannetsway in their little leather boats!

On the Camino by Cristíona.