In some respects the voyage from Plymouth to La Coruña was a bit of a disappointment. We were all geared up for Biscay to live up to its fearsome reputation but nothing of the sort happened and we were dogged by calms. One day was seriously sunny and warm to be followed by a windless night with increasing cloud and I found this entry from Matthew in the log book:
1100 45 06'N 7 28'W Going Mad. Writing limericks
and on the facing page:
The fabled storms of the Bay of Biscay
Are but tales of madmen driven that way
By winds of ten knots
And an incessant chop:
Flogging sails and too many whales affect
what sailors say
© Matthew Kynaston, 08/2011
Thirty six hours with the engine more or less on continually is not what we expected at all. Conversations I have had with others who have done the crossing recently suggest that we were lucky (or unlucky if you want). One Swedish guy had SW force 7 for a day which must have been no joke at all.
We weren't without our dramas which got missed out with the previous posting about the crossing though. Crossing the shipping lanes south of Ouessant was a serious headache. With hindsight, it was probably a bit of a mistake to go to the north of the TSS and then cross over inside them to the south. By then the shipping was quite spread out and we took quite a long time to get to the east of the ships as advised by the routing guide in the almanac. It would have been better to stay due south across the Channel till we were inside of them and then used the local traffic zone on the TSS. This would also have given us a sight of the island of Ouessant (Ushant for generations of British sailors). Still we did and took the best part of a day to skate round the outer edge of the purple lines on the chart.
We had one near incident which, thankfully was only a bit of a drama. I was on watch and heading west to get clear of the shipping lines after we had been scared off trying to get through at night when there was a thump and sliding noise from the coach roof and the life-raft ended up in the scuppers and almost over the side. I hastily woke Matthew and went forward to rescue it. For the rest of the trip it stayed in the after end of the cockpit. It is back in it's proper placed now and has an additional loop of webbing to prevent it from sliding sideways.
The other highlight was a hitch-hiker we acquired a couple of hundred miles short of Spain. A very exhausted little reddish bird suddenly flew in and down below. He then stayed with us intermittently till we were closing the Spanish coast. I am not sure what he was but he liked being with us though he scorned any bread or water we were able to offer. He would periodically fly off but would then reappear and rested in the shade of the anchor on the foredeck. He really got happen when a load of flies found us not that far from the Spanish coast where Matthew described him as happily hopping round the cockpit catching as many as he could. Sadly, he flew off in the wrong direction though we hope he either found another boat to rest on or did make it to Cabo Ortegal which was the stretch of coast we were heading for.
I am looking forward to trying sailing down the Portuguese coast where there are reputed to be the “Portuguese trades” which blow consistently from the north if not consistently in strength. I think that we will then be able to make a judgement about whether ocean cruising is to be the thing for us.
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Finished Loads and Arrived in Spain
Finally the time had arrived to depart. Friday in the office was a mad rush to get all sorts of rubbish tied up but the time came and it was too late to do anything else. A very nice little send off in the Hammersmith Ram was very well attended by lots of colleagues and former ones as well. We got the train down to Plymouth down on Saturday and I brought the boat round to Sutton Harbour for some final work on the holding tank and icebox with Matthew's assistance. Time passed in a blur but after two days, Audrey had to depart back to work for two weeks and my Mother also took her leave to get back to her twinning association.
Matthew and I locked out of Sutton and dropped the hook in Cawsand bay which felt like a much better place to take our departure.
Come the Tuesday morning and we decided that we would be as ready as we ever were going to be. The forecast was even promising with easterlies filling in on the next day. A bit of discussion about whether to break the journey in France culminated in us taking the decision to push on all the way to Spain and go outside the TSS off Ouessant. Our last sight of the UK was St Austell bay where we turned our nose south and then through the night we had the Lizard slowly receding to starboard. Of course the wind died through the night.
At least the wind filled in for us in the Western Approaches to the Channel. I had decided to take an offshore route round the outside of the Ouessant traffic separation zone. For non-yotties, the authorities set up dual carriageway systems round headlands where shipping concentrate. Of course, there aren't corresponding purple lines drawn on the sea as you see on a chart but shipping is only allowed to travel in the direction indicated on the chart or at right angles to it. Small boats such as us are basically expected to keep well clear.
The sun didn't show her face but we had a nice easterly that gave us some of the fastest sailing of the whole passage as it turned out. We finally got south of the TSS just as it was getting dark. The error of going outside (I didn't want to have to worry about tides inshore on the Brittany Coast which run quite hard) turned out to be an error as we needed to be in side the line of shipping going between Ouessant and Finisterre 300 miles to the south. This meant crossing the shipping lane and doing it in the dark was a bit too scary for us even with the AIS to help so we gybed to the west and then veered in to time our arrival at the shipping lane again for dawn – conveniently at the end of my watch.
The passage settled into a proper routine after we had got across the shipping lane. As is usual on Sarah Giddings, we worked a six hour watch system rather than the traditional four hour one. I am now a firm convert to this when you are sailing two up. It gives the off watch person the chance of a good solid four hours sleep once they have come off watch, taken oilskins off, had a snack and god bedded down. Then you can reverse the process half an hour before coming on watch. We worked it so that I did an evening meal just after coming off watch at 1800 which we took turns to eat. We would then both be on deck around lunch time. On longer passages, I would give thought to having the main meal at midday. Of course, in heavy weather, six hours would be very tiring and a degree of flexibility would be needed.
The second day out was also when we were treated to our first dolphins who spent nearly an hour playing round in our bow wave. Everyone tells you that you will meet lots of dolphins in the Bay and it is true! We still had a good sailing breeze though very much from the north or north east. The only time when the sheets weren't eased was when we first set off from Plymouth and when we were motoring. We still need to work on getting our down wind setup working and the Aries was not behaving for us though I am confident that we can get it to play nicely with a bit of practise and perhaps some cleaning up of bits and pieces. The pawls that rotate the vane definitely need attention.
Through the third night we crossed the continental shelf though on Matthew's watch. He described the water as behaving as it would in a tide race even though it was nearly flat calm at that point with almost no sea running at all. This is one of the reasons the Bay of Biscay is so notorious of course. We now had over three miles of sea water under us!
As I took over at midnight the wind started seriously to drop. I tried to keep her moving but the slatting sails proved too frustrating in the end. I furled the jib and sheeted the main in hard to avoid as much rattling as possible though it was impossible to stop the sail slatting backwards and forwards in a manner all to familiar with boaters and loathed as much as a full gale.
Eventually, I gave up and fired up the engine, a good idea really as the batteries were in a bit of a parlous state and seriously needed some recharging. High on my list of things that would be nice to have would be a windmill! All through the Thursday, the wind remained elusive and we had brilliant sunshine and flat seas. Another huge school of dolphins past us in the late afternoon but there were clearly on business and did not have time to play with yotties, particularly when under power. The wind continued its trick of staying away and, with a couple of brief respites, we had the engine on all night. We had worked our early in the day that we weren't going to make it in on Saturday which would have been the five days predicted so I played with the satellite phone telling both parents and Audrey that Sunday was a much more likely candidate for arrival. It is a truly surreal experience sitting in the middle of the sea knowing that you are hundreds of miles from land and casually visualising the person you are talking to in their living room. The wind continued light right the way to the end.
Each watch change brought us a bit closer until on the final night I took over just after Matthew had crossed the continental shelf though we were still off the bottom of the echo sounder. This was when my fun and games started.
I continued the due south that Matthew had put in so as to raise Cabo Ortegal on the port bow as recommended by the Almanac to avoid the main shipping line, until the GPS told me we were about ten miles off. I turned to starboard with a course to raise Cabo Prior. The AIS then came alive with moving triangles of other ships all of which seemed to be converging on the same bit of sea we were looking to occupy. I spent about three of my six hour watch dodging around to stay clear of various cargo ships bound to and from such places as Bilbau, Gijon, Cadiz and Palermo. The most troublesome was one called Santa Maria which was bound for El Ferrol on a near but not completely paralell course. El Ferrol is just to the north of La Coruña and I wanted to get to seaward of him to as not to have to worry when he turned to port to enter El Ferrol. Eventually, after much muted swearing so as not to wake Matthew up, I managed to achieve being behind him and could relax a bit. That was when the reducing visibility announced itself as thick fog. I stayed up into the morning with visibility less than two boat lengths at times.
A nervous few hours now ensued with me plotting our position nearly continuously while Matthe sat on the helm and peered into the murk while imagining ghostly shapes emerging from the mist. In the meantime a triangle appeared on the AIS, now dubbed the video game, which told me it was a tanker heading to Rotterdam and would pass within .9 of a mile of us. A ten degree change of course to the east increased that CPA (closest point of approach) to 1.3 miles which felt more acceptable. He continued on at 13.7 knots though.
This picture is our first "view" of Spain!
Finally, as we got off the narrow entrance to El Ferrol, the fog lifted enough to give us a glimpse of some land – our fist sight since leaving Fowey behind six days ago. It continued to lift and we finally rounded the long breakwater at La Coruña six days and one hour out of Cawsand. We felt both elated and exhausted.
Now we are here, taken some much needed showers and are getting stuff to rights. I'll update on life in La Coruña soon.
Matthew and I locked out of Sutton and dropped the hook in Cawsand bay which felt like a much better place to take our departure.
Come the Tuesday morning and we decided that we would be as ready as we ever were going to be. The forecast was even promising with easterlies filling in on the next day. A bit of discussion about whether to break the journey in France culminated in us taking the decision to push on all the way to Spain and go outside the TSS off Ouessant. Our last sight of the UK was St Austell bay where we turned our nose south and then through the night we had the Lizard slowly receding to starboard. Of course the wind died through the night.
At least the wind filled in for us in the Western Approaches to the Channel. I had decided to take an offshore route round the outside of the Ouessant traffic separation zone. For non-yotties, the authorities set up dual carriageway systems round headlands where shipping concentrate. Of course, there aren't corresponding purple lines drawn on the sea as you see on a chart but shipping is only allowed to travel in the direction indicated on the chart or at right angles to it. Small boats such as us are basically expected to keep well clear.
The sun didn't show her face but we had a nice easterly that gave us some of the fastest sailing of the whole passage as it turned out. We finally got south of the TSS just as it was getting dark. The error of going outside (I didn't want to have to worry about tides inshore on the Brittany Coast which run quite hard) turned out to be an error as we needed to be in side the line of shipping going between Ouessant and Finisterre 300 miles to the south. This meant crossing the shipping lane and doing it in the dark was a bit too scary for us even with the AIS to help so we gybed to the west and then veered in to time our arrival at the shipping lane again for dawn – conveniently at the end of my watch.
The passage settled into a proper routine after we had got across the shipping lane. As is usual on Sarah Giddings, we worked a six hour watch system rather than the traditional four hour one. I am now a firm convert to this when you are sailing two up. It gives the off watch person the chance of a good solid four hours sleep once they have come off watch, taken oilskins off, had a snack and god bedded down. Then you can reverse the process half an hour before coming on watch. We worked it so that I did an evening meal just after coming off watch at 1800 which we took turns to eat. We would then both be on deck around lunch time. On longer passages, I would give thought to having the main meal at midday. Of course, in heavy weather, six hours would be very tiring and a degree of flexibility would be needed.
The second day out was also when we were treated to our first dolphins who spent nearly an hour playing round in our bow wave. Everyone tells you that you will meet lots of dolphins in the Bay and it is true! We still had a good sailing breeze though very much from the north or north east. The only time when the sheets weren't eased was when we first set off from Plymouth and when we were motoring. We still need to work on getting our down wind setup working and the Aries was not behaving for us though I am confident that we can get it to play nicely with a bit of practise and perhaps some cleaning up of bits and pieces. The pawls that rotate the vane definitely need attention.
Through the third night we crossed the continental shelf though on Matthew's watch. He described the water as behaving as it would in a tide race even though it was nearly flat calm at that point with almost no sea running at all. This is one of the reasons the Bay of Biscay is so notorious of course. We now had over three miles of sea water under us!
As I took over at midnight the wind started seriously to drop. I tried to keep her moving but the slatting sails proved too frustrating in the end. I furled the jib and sheeted the main in hard to avoid as much rattling as possible though it was impossible to stop the sail slatting backwards and forwards in a manner all to familiar with boaters and loathed as much as a full gale.
Eventually, I gave up and fired up the engine, a good idea really as the batteries were in a bit of a parlous state and seriously needed some recharging. High on my list of things that would be nice to have would be a windmill! All through the Thursday, the wind remained elusive and we had brilliant sunshine and flat seas. Another huge school of dolphins past us in the late afternoon but there were clearly on business and did not have time to play with yotties, particularly when under power. The wind continued its trick of staying away and, with a couple of brief respites, we had the engine on all night. We had worked our early in the day that we weren't going to make it in on Saturday which would have been the five days predicted so I played with the satellite phone telling both parents and Audrey that Sunday was a much more likely candidate for arrival. It is a truly surreal experience sitting in the middle of the sea knowing that you are hundreds of miles from land and casually visualising the person you are talking to in their living room. The wind continued light right the way to the end.
Each watch change brought us a bit closer until on the final night I took over just after Matthew had crossed the continental shelf though we were still off the bottom of the echo sounder. This was when my fun and games started.
I continued the due south that Matthew had put in so as to raise Cabo Ortegal on the port bow as recommended by the Almanac to avoid the main shipping line, until the GPS told me we were about ten miles off. I turned to starboard with a course to raise Cabo Prior. The AIS then came alive with moving triangles of other ships all of which seemed to be converging on the same bit of sea we were looking to occupy. I spent about three of my six hour watch dodging around to stay clear of various cargo ships bound to and from such places as Bilbau, Gijon, Cadiz and Palermo. The most troublesome was one called Santa Maria which was bound for El Ferrol on a near but not completely paralell course. El Ferrol is just to the north of La Coruña and I wanted to get to seaward of him to as not to have to worry when he turned to port to enter El Ferrol. Eventually, after much muted swearing so as not to wake Matthew up, I managed to achieve being behind him and could relax a bit. That was when the reducing visibility announced itself as thick fog. I stayed up into the morning with visibility less than two boat lengths at times.
A nervous few hours now ensued with me plotting our position nearly continuously while Matthe sat on the helm and peered into the murk while imagining ghostly shapes emerging from the mist. In the meantime a triangle appeared on the AIS, now dubbed the video game, which told me it was a tanker heading to Rotterdam and would pass within .9 of a mile of us. A ten degree change of course to the east increased that CPA (closest point of approach) to 1.3 miles which felt more acceptable. He continued on at 13.7 knots though.
This picture is our first "view" of Spain!
Finally, as we got off the narrow entrance to El Ferrol, the fog lifted enough to give us a glimpse of some land – our fist sight since leaving Fowey behind six days ago. It continued to lift and we finally rounded the long breakwater at La Coruña six days and one hour out of Cawsand. We felt both elated and exhausted.
Now we are here, taken some much needed showers and are getting stuff to rights. I'll update on life in La Coruña soon.
Monday, 8 August 2011
Final Stretch
we really are on the final stretch with only four days left in the office. At least we had a productive weekend and feel like we might actually be on track though the target of being ready to go on Sunday will be missed - no surprises really but still a bit frustrating.
I always knew that fitting the holding tank would not be easy and it certainly wasn't. At least we are mostly there and the hard part has been done. Matthew did a sterling job of cutting up the interior and drilling lots of holes but the end of it is that we will have a permanently fitted holding tank and the means of emptying it!
This photos shows the messiest stage. The only bit so far is that I have done the impressive bit of painting the locker where it goes with bilge paint!
We also fitted the liferaft at last with more scary holes to drill in the coachroof. We look even more like a pukka blue water cruiser now.
We also got used Matthew's mast monkey skills to run the lazy jacks up to the spreaders, remove the left over support for the radar and have a look around the masthead to make sure things were healthy up there. We couldn't finish the lazyjacks as the boom fittings hadn't arrived from Atlantic Spars. I have them now and we will swiftly finish them off this coming weekend.
I still have to order a bunch of charts but that really is it. We will leave, probably on Monday but possibly Tuesday. Weather and progress on work will dictate that.
It was a nice weekend though the weather was windier and wetter than planned. Saturday night, in particular brought some dramatic skies:
We also felt rather skinny moored next to a catamaran!
Finally, we are really getting close to going and the excitement rather than apprehension is starting to take over. It will be nice to get going though, as ever.
What will it be like when I walk out of the door for two months and get on the train to Plymouth on Saturday morning? What will it be like when we finally cast off, sail past Plymouth Breakwater? If all goes to plan, we won't come back past the Breakwater for three years. This really is the great adventure - in a small way anyway.
I always knew that fitting the holding tank would not be easy and it certainly wasn't. At least we are mostly there and the hard part has been done. Matthew did a sterling job of cutting up the interior and drilling lots of holes but the end of it is that we will have a permanently fitted holding tank and the means of emptying it!
This photos shows the messiest stage. The only bit so far is that I have done the impressive bit of painting the locker where it goes with bilge paint!
We also fitted the liferaft at last with more scary holes to drill in the coachroof. We look even more like a pukka blue water cruiser now.
We also got used Matthew's mast monkey skills to run the lazy jacks up to the spreaders, remove the left over support for the radar and have a look around the masthead to make sure things were healthy up there. We couldn't finish the lazyjacks as the boom fittings hadn't arrived from Atlantic Spars. I have them now and we will swiftly finish them off this coming weekend.
I still have to order a bunch of charts but that really is it. We will leave, probably on Monday but possibly Tuesday. Weather and progress on work will dictate that.
It was a nice weekend though the weather was windier and wetter than planned. Saturday night, in particular brought some dramatic skies:
We also felt rather skinny moored next to a catamaran!
Finally, we are really getting close to going and the excitement rather than apprehension is starting to take over. It will be nice to get going though, as ever.
What will it be like when I walk out of the door for two months and get on the train to Plymouth on Saturday morning? What will it be like when we finally cast off, sail past Plymouth Breakwater? If all goes to plan, we won't come back past the Breakwater for three years. This really is the great adventure - in a small way anyway.
Monday, 25 July 2011
Enjoyable weekend and still too much to do
We had a very enjoyable weekend though there is still loads to do. Briefly, there are still too many loose ends to tie up at work but we'll struggle through the next seventeen days.
We should really have been slaving over an ice box or some other such thing but decided to do a bit of a cruise to Fowey. We also wanted to give Audrey a chance to try some night sailing and the tides favoured a late departure so we left Plymouth at 14:30. The sailing was a bit frustrating as the wind was in the NW to W. The further off shore you went the more the wind headed you but then it continued to head you as you got closer inshore. We did our best and even got two thirds of the way across Whitsand Bay before the wind petered out. We enjoyed watching the Aries or "our friend" do the work.
We still need to do some work on the Aries. I suspect that the issue is to lubricate the bearings a bit more as things feel a bit stiff but we shall see.
It did get dark before we arrived and rafted up next to the Plymouth Sailing School charter boat. A good sleep later and we headed back. The wind was behind us but very light. For a while, we were down to less than one knot but it was in the right direction. We experimented with the cruising chute but the rope on the snuffer came off and the snuffer got stuck half way up so I stuffed it down the fore hatch. Next we poled out the jib and that worked a treat. We should really have tried wing and wing being mostly dead down wind but it was easy.
The Aries was struggling so we did the hand steering - we do need to look at the lubrication but we still really enjoyed the sail and the weekend in general was also good.
Now just to get the holding tank fitted, finish the icebox and get the lazyjacks made up and fitted. Just two weekends to achieve that. Oh yes, we also have to buy a life raft as there is no point in getting the old one I bought on eBay serviced given that it would then cost as much as a new one.
The holding tank has been particularly frustrating but we now have a temporary solution where we will make up a cover to put over the end settee bit to accommodate it. No one can sit there because of the Bengco charcoal heater. And so it goes on.
We should really have been slaving over an ice box or some other such thing but decided to do a bit of a cruise to Fowey. We also wanted to give Audrey a chance to try some night sailing and the tides favoured a late departure so we left Plymouth at 14:30. The sailing was a bit frustrating as the wind was in the NW to W. The further off shore you went the more the wind headed you but then it continued to head you as you got closer inshore. We did our best and even got two thirds of the way across Whitsand Bay before the wind petered out. We enjoyed watching the Aries or "our friend" do the work.
We still need to do some work on the Aries. I suspect that the issue is to lubricate the bearings a bit more as things feel a bit stiff but we shall see.It did get dark before we arrived and rafted up next to the Plymouth Sailing School charter boat. A good sleep later and we headed back. The wind was behind us but very light. For a while, we were down to less than one knot but it was in the right direction. We experimented with the cruising chute but the rope on the snuffer came off and the snuffer got stuck half way up so I stuffed it down the fore hatch. Next we poled out the jib and that worked a treat. We should really have tried wing and wing being mostly dead down wind but it was easy.
The Aries was struggling so we did the hand steering - we do need to look at the lubrication but we still really enjoyed the sail and the weekend in general was also good.
Now just to get the holding tank fitted, finish the icebox and get the lazyjacks made up and fitted. Just two weekends to achieve that. Oh yes, we also have to buy a life raft as there is no point in getting the old one I bought on eBay serviced given that it would then cost as much as a new one.
The holding tank has been particularly frustrating but we now have a temporary solution where we will make up a cover to put over the end settee bit to accommodate it. No one can sit there because of the Bengco charcoal heater. And so it goes on.
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Got a Piece of Paper
Well, I am now in posession of a thing called an ICC or International Certificate of Competence which tells those who might be interested that I am basically to be trusted to command 5 tons or so of mixed plastic, aluminium, steel and wood plus whatever else goes into making a boat.
We had a very productive day with Carl from Plymouth Sailing School. Some of it seemed a bit daunting as he was obviously looking for me to prove that I hadn't come to the boat the day before though he definitely seemed to approve of Rivals. I on the other hand had a considerable amount of nerves and could hardly manage any breakfast.
The weather was really rather grim with a steady force 5 to 6 and a bit of seven occasionally, we didn't envy the cruiser race out to the Eddystone at all. There was also a bit of palaver around the entrance to Cattewater with inshore powerboat racing taking place.
Still, we beat over to Cawsand after I learnt a wonderful way of picking up a mooring by lassoing it. I had read about this before but never put it into practise but it is certainly a whole lot easier than coming alonside to windward and trying to thread the rope through from there. I also, on the advice of the RYA guide to the ICC put the third reef in our main for the first time which made for a very comfortable time and hardly any loss in speed though I suspect that we would have been a bit underpowered in any sort of sea. We will however be less shy about dropping it in.
Anyway, it is good to have a piece of paper which I can wave at Spanish and Portuguese authorities.
We spent the night anchored at Dandy Hole and celebrated with a bottle of fizzy wine while the wind continued to howl over head.
Sunday we tried to look at installing the holding tank only to find that the measurements for the height of the beast didn't include the pipes at the top so it won't fit. It is back to square one on that which is more than a bit frustrating.
No photos so I am including one here of the view from Trelissick House down the Carrick Roads with Sarah G anchored off. This was over the Easter weekend.
Finally, we would thoroughly recommend using Plymouth Sailing School should you need any tuition.
Click here For the website.
We had a very productive day with Carl from Plymouth Sailing School. Some of it seemed a bit daunting as he was obviously looking for me to prove that I hadn't come to the boat the day before though he definitely seemed to approve of Rivals. I on the other hand had a considerable amount of nerves and could hardly manage any breakfast.
The weather was really rather grim with a steady force 5 to 6 and a bit of seven occasionally, we didn't envy the cruiser race out to the Eddystone at all. There was also a bit of palaver around the entrance to Cattewater with inshore powerboat racing taking place.
Still, we beat over to Cawsand after I learnt a wonderful way of picking up a mooring by lassoing it. I had read about this before but never put it into practise but it is certainly a whole lot easier than coming alonside to windward and trying to thread the rope through from there. I also, on the advice of the RYA guide to the ICC put the third reef in our main for the first time which made for a very comfortable time and hardly any loss in speed though I suspect that we would have been a bit underpowered in any sort of sea. We will however be less shy about dropping it in.
Anyway, it is good to have a piece of paper which I can wave at Spanish and Portuguese authorities.
We spent the night anchored at Dandy Hole and celebrated with a bottle of fizzy wine while the wind continued to howl over head.
Sunday we tried to look at installing the holding tank only to find that the measurements for the height of the beast didn't include the pipes at the top so it won't fit. It is back to square one on that which is more than a bit frustrating.
No photos so I am including one here of the view from Trelissick House down the Carrick Roads with Sarah G anchored off. This was over the Easter weekend.
Finally, we would thoroughly recommend using Plymouth Sailing School should you need any tuition.
Click here For the website.
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Got a Test Date for the ICC
This is a bit scary. It turns out that you really need to have some sort of piece of paper to go sailing in European waters - outside the UK anyway so I have had to sign up for the ICC exam. Plymouth Sailing School are doing the honours (for a fee of course).
We will be going round to Plymouth Yacht Haven at 0900 and having what looks to be a blustery day out in the Sound while I demonstrate that I have what it takes to command a sailing boat in coastal waters.
It will also of course be a day wearing a lifejacket which I normally only do in very rough weather and when doing foredeck work in said rough weather.
We will be going round to Plymouth Yacht Haven at 0900 and having what looks to be a blustery day out in the Sound while I demonstrate that I have what it takes to command a sailing boat in coastal waters.
It will also of course be a day wearing a lifejacket which I normally only do in very rough weather and when doing foredeck work in said rough weather.
Monday, 11 July 2011
Lots of stuff done, lots more stuff to do, getting closer
Not much activity here but a lot of activity in the real world. As I write we are 31 days and about 20 hours off finishing work and pushing off on the big adventure. Though whether it is a springboard to further adventure is still to decide.
The season has not included much sailing to date. We had a very nice easter weekend in Falmouth and by design left her for the three days between Easter Monday and a blonde lad tying the know with a pretty brunette for millions to watch. Then the Easterlies kicked in and we spend an unwelcome week berted on a one of Falmouth Harbour Commissions green mooring bouys as well as chafing through our lovely new mooring warp.
While there the Matthew was doing a lot of tooing and froing.
My Mother turned 70 that on the Sunday so she came down and stayed in a hotel while Matthew joined us aboard Sarah G for a very nice family weekend and a good meal in a fish restaurant.
We did finally get her back to Torpoint in a strong south westerly which managed to gust to a good force 7 off Fowey but we enjoyed it the wind being on the beam rather than ahead. It is always nice to have a good touch sea boat though we felt a bit silly hand steering while the Aries wasn't ready for use on the stern.
The next weekend we were down we concentrated on getting Mars as we have christened the Aries working. After lots of three in one oil and then some fancy silicone stuff from the chandler it seems to be doing it's thing.
We are happy that the crew situation for the cruise is now resolved and I am looking foward to getting from Faro to La Linea with Andy and Katrine. They had a very good weekend visit to Salcombe though we were plagued by light winds.
Now, we are concentrating on getting the administration done and the still myriad list of things to fix. Most frustratingly, the windlass packed up. I should have been able to fix it but the bolts and screws holding it shut were all seized solid. Ebay came to the rescue and we now have a shiny second hand Lofrans Royal bolted to the foredeck.
At least fitting it was easy enough though I had to block two of the old holes with epoxy and drill new ones. Lots of Sikaflex should ensure no leaks. We also patinted the saloon deck head which we had stripped the vinyl off to see about removing the panels so as to fit the liferaft chocks only to find that is not really going to happen and we will have to drill large holes to get at the bolts from below. That might sound silly but the process seemed sensible at the time!
At home, I have 10 meters of canvas and am trying to work out how to turn it into an awning.
At work, I am manically trying to get everything ready for me to go while booking flights for Audrey and myself. She is going to La Coruna with Iberia and coming back from Faro with Monarch while I am going with stodgy (?!) British Airways from Gibraltar.
In other areas: Our insurers failed to play ball so I have got a quote from Pantaenius which is the same price as the previous one but with none of the onerous restrictions. I am also booked to do an ICC this weekend while Audrey is to send off for one based on her Day Skipper qualification.
Oh and we are spending a fortune on lots of charts!
The season has not included much sailing to date. We had a very nice easter weekend in Falmouth and by design left her for the three days between Easter Monday and a blonde lad tying the know with a pretty brunette for millions to watch. Then the Easterlies kicked in and we spend an unwelcome week berted on a one of Falmouth Harbour Commissions green mooring bouys as well as chafing through our lovely new mooring warp.
While there the Matthew was doing a lot of tooing and froing.
My Mother turned 70 that on the Sunday so she came down and stayed in a hotel while Matthew joined us aboard Sarah G for a very nice family weekend and a good meal in a fish restaurant.
We did finally get her back to Torpoint in a strong south westerly which managed to gust to a good force 7 off Fowey but we enjoyed it the wind being on the beam rather than ahead. It is always nice to have a good touch sea boat though we felt a bit silly hand steering while the Aries wasn't ready for use on the stern.
The next weekend we were down we concentrated on getting Mars as we have christened the Aries working. After lots of three in one oil and then some fancy silicone stuff from the chandler it seems to be doing it's thing.
We are happy that the crew situation for the cruise is now resolved and I am looking foward to getting from Faro to La Linea with Andy and Katrine. They had a very good weekend visit to Salcombe though we were plagued by light winds.
Now, we are concentrating on getting the administration done and the still myriad list of things to fix. Most frustratingly, the windlass packed up. I should have been able to fix it but the bolts and screws holding it shut were all seized solid. Ebay came to the rescue and we now have a shiny second hand Lofrans Royal bolted to the foredeck.
At least fitting it was easy enough though I had to block two of the old holes with epoxy and drill new ones. Lots of Sikaflex should ensure no leaks. We also patinted the saloon deck head which we had stripped the vinyl off to see about removing the panels so as to fit the liferaft chocks only to find that is not really going to happen and we will have to drill large holes to get at the bolts from below. That might sound silly but the process seemed sensible at the time!At home, I have 10 meters of canvas and am trying to work out how to turn it into an awning.
At work, I am manically trying to get everything ready for me to go while booking flights for Audrey and myself. She is going to La Coruna with Iberia and coming back from Faro with Monarch while I am going with stodgy (?!) British Airways from Gibraltar.
In other areas: Our insurers failed to play ball so I have got a quote from Pantaenius which is the same price as the previous one but with none of the onerous restrictions. I am also booked to do an ICC this weekend while Audrey is to send off for one based on her Day Skipper qualification.
Oh and we are spending a fortune on lots of charts!
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