About Cosmic Dancer

COSMIC DANCER V is a Sweden Yachts 38. In the past 10 years she has sailed over 35,000 miles and visited 29 different countries ranging from the artic to the tropics. This is her story.

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News Archive

Picnic's over

We have now sailed just under 1,200 miles this season, almost all of them in near perfect sailing weather with the wind aft of the beam. We haven't had to reef once and the worst we have had to put up with is some fog along the Nova Scotia coast.

The coldest place on earth -but with sticky velcro

If the weather statistics are to be believed we are now sailing in the coldest place on the planet, well maybe not literally the coldest, but the only place on the earth where average temperatures are said to be falling, not rising.

The Waiting Game

Our progress north has been temporarily halted by a broken radar. Although working when we left Cape Cod, by the time we reached Shelburne, Nova Scotia, all it was capable of displaying was " Error 00xx00 - contact your nearest B&G agent for help" - not the sort of error you wan't to see when in a country that doesn't have a authorised B&G agent.

Heading North

Heading North We could not have asked for better weather for the first leg of our trip north. A ridge of high pressure has dominated the north eastern seaboard giving us clear blue skies and gentle winds for the 350 mile leg from Newport to Shelburne, Nova Scotia.

A new decade beckons

As we start our 11th season of sailing Cosmic Dancer, in many ways it seems like only yesterday that we were tentatively nosing our way out of the Lymington River having just taken delivery of Cosmic Dancer from Berthon, bound for Cowes on our first shakedown sail.

Has summer arrived?

When we reached Cape Breton Island we thought summer had finally arrived. However, since then the weather has been more capricious than ever. Steaming hot sunny days have been interspersed by more prolonged periods of wet and foggy weather, as a seemingly never ending series of small weather systems have tracked through.

Crossing Continents

It may only be 70 miles, but crossing the Cabot Straits felt like we had crossed into a different continent. We started the journey from Port aux Basques in the tail end of a 40 knot gale, clad in full thermal suits and foul weather.

South from St Johns

The past week has seen us work southwards from St. John's. First stop was Fermeuse, a small fishing village at the head of a narrow fjord with a rather intimidating entrance, but perfect shelter once inside.

Ocean Crossroads

The past few days have seen us alongside in St Johns which, unlike so many other once great harbour cities where the wharves are now nothing more than a backdrop for high rise executive apartment blocks and the basins have long since been converted into eye wateringly expensive marinas full of yachts which go nowhere, remains very much a living, breathing, working harbour.

Better off in Bona Vista

The past 5 days have seen us holed up in Bona Vista after a fast and furious 80 mile dash from Fogo Island in what was the only weather window of the week, although window is perhaps an exaggeration, it was more a peephole! With winds on the quarter gusting up to 30 knots and an ugly sea running from the previous night's gale, it was a challenging passage and we were very glad to get inside the shelter of the mole breakwaters of Bona Vista Harbour.