A trip to Gough

Something from Erik:

I was lucky enough to be invited to  the unveiling of a plaque on Gough Island to celebrate it receiving  World Heritage Status. I managed to get Claire’s blessing and we set off at midday on 15 Feb, sailing on the Edinburgh. We covered the 220 nautical miles in just under a day and arrived in overcast, rainy conditions. The weather soon improved and we were able to land ashore via a hellish ride/lift by crane. I have never fancied heights, so to be lifted on an open sided platform about 4 feet across with 3 other people holding on for dear life was quite an unexpected rush.

  The plaque commemorating the World Heritage Status

Would you be lifted 200 feet in this thing?

  Team Gough

After a quick tour of the weather station and watching the release of a huge hydrogen filled balloon, it was time for a stunning walk to a seal and penguin colony. The Island is apparently one of the most pristine environments left for breeding seabirds and they are absolutely everywhere. Twenty species are regular inhabitants and it is used frequently by researchers. To avoid the introduction of further alien plant species, we all had to scrub our boots before leaving the ship and again as soon as we stepped ashore. Apart from huge problems caused to eggs and young birds by the mice that have been introduced accidentally and are breeding well, the island is pretty well idyllic for the birds.After an amazing climb down a rope to the colony, I was shocked to find that the only way back to the base was back up the rope. I had assumed there was a beach to walk along! We made it back to base for a late lunch and a couple of beers in an amazing little pub they have set up for the Team, who spend an uninterrupted 12 months there from September to September. Only 20 people were on the island for the unveiling ceremony, so it was really special to be there. The permanent team consists of 6 members, 4 visiting researchers were there with 5 Tristanian observers. In addition to myself, there was a Scottish dentist and her husband , the Chief Mate of the Edinburgh and a Professor of Philosophy who happened to be on Tristan at the time and decided on the spur of the moment to tag along. It was a really interesting bunch of people to throw together and some interesting topics came up for discussion during our four days together on the trip. After the flags were pulled away to reveal the plaque, the corks popped and the cameras clicked and then we had to leave for the boat again. We had been invited to spend the night, but with the very dodgy method of getting people ashore being totally weather dependant, the  skipper was not prepared to risk having us stranded ashore and thereby preventing him keeping to what is quite a tight schedule. I was quite happy to make it back down the hell ride to the boats alive for the short trip back to the Edinburgh and a bit of fishing off the stern. The fish were not too keen to be caught, so it was a bit disappointing, but we did get enough to prevent embarrassment.Excitement was provided later that night when a poacher almost anchored very close to us, obviously not expecting to find another vessel so far away from the normal shipping routes. It is a sad fact of life that the Tristan group of islands is still so heavily targeted by poachers. When challenged via radio, they started moving immediately, switched off all lights and changed direction, all signs to convince us they were indeed up to no good. We had Tristan Government Fisheries officials on board and could have tried to intercept, identify etc, but at the end of the day it is a fishing vessel and those tasks are best left to a navy vessel with the speed and arms necessary to carry things through to the end.The following day was another treat in terms of the weather and three people decided to visit the island again to ring Albatross legs with the scientists, while I was lent a boat and skipper to go fishing. Although we caught a lot of fish, the highlight was to be able to work our way around the entire island while doing so. The weather is not often that kind down there and I was extremely lucky to be able to go right around. Being a very small boat, we were able to hug the shore and could get in close to see the fur seals, penguins, birds and even a few elephant seals! The rock formations, holes through rocks and varying types of rock over such a short distance is hard to believe. We covered about 22 miles and were amazed by every one of them.After collecting the others from the   “landing site,” we returned to the Edinburgh in time for supper and a much needed scrubbing. The next morning was spent watching the ship’s crew earning their living. The trip to Gough doubled as a crayfish survey, so we watched the crayfish gear being hauled and the catch processed in the on-board factory. We left immediately after that. Amazingly, the weather deteriorated again to what it was on our arrival, so we were treated to fine weather only when we really needed it. After a day’s sailing and dropping the fishing gear into the water at Nightingale Island, we were dropped back at Tristan on Monday morning  19 Feb.We were all extremely fortunate to be part of such a unique trip and get the weather we did. The dentist, her husband and the philosopher are all sailing with us when we leave for Cape Town on Friday this week, so it will be difficult not to relive the whole trip again. We are expecting a full ship of 12 passengers, although crew numbers are reduced for the survey trip, so it will definitely not be crowded. Hope you enjoy the few photos we can fit in to try and show you a little of Gough.

   Penguins and seals

 Gough sunrise

 Leaving Gough

Let sleeping babies lie…

 

I decided yesterday that being a parent is one of the most lonely and confusing things that can happen to a person. I started out as a reasonably competent person (in my case, being able to throw together four issues of a magazine each year with little serious thought and definitely no major doubts about my abilities).  However, put a baby into this equation and suddenly, I’m not sure about anything and find myself questioning every decision I make and Erik is getting used to me asking – “is this the right thing to do?” at least 50 times a day.

This weekend is a case in point – we have allowed Caitlin to get into the habit of falling asleep on one of our laps, or in our arms – this is wonderful and leaves all of us with a warm, fuzzy feeling – until you find that you can’t put the little ‘monster’ down because she starts crying – and eventually you are reduced to eating meals one at a time and making sure that there is always someone else around to hold the baby should you need to cook a meal or take a bathroom break….

The upshot of this is that I started with some sleep training this weekend, and I’m not sure who’s shed more tears during this process - me or Caitlin. 

Erik was away for a ‘jaunt’ to Gough and after a Friday of not being able to do anything, I decided it was time to put this particular issue “to bed” (no pun intended).  Recommendations in all of my childcare books say to let them cry (for a few minutes), comfort, walk away, repeat as necessary etc etc.  This is, in theory, also a wonderful thing, but as many of the mother’s out there will know – not something that is easy to undertake and an exercise that has left me feeling like a total monster.

I’m sure there are many of you out there at the moment shaking your head and saying, well, you should never have allowed this bad habit to develop in the first place, but I’ll remind you that I’m new at this and that this is a mistake which most parents have made at some stage or the other. 

It’s also one of many, many more mistakes that I’m going to be making when it comes to being a mother – and I’m resigning myself to getting used to feeling unsure of the long term effect on Caitlin of just about everything I do – and am realizing that I have now joined the world wide community of parents, who all feel like this most of the time.

Having said all of that – this is not an experience I’d miss out on for all the certainty in the world and one smile or giggle out of Caitlin is enough to keep me going for another hour, day,  week, lifetime…