A Bad Day At The Boat Ended Well

[Deleted member 36384]

One of those days. The brother and I decide to go for a brisk sail this morning. Flat batteries, engine wont start. Charge batteries. Engine wont start. Bleed diesel system. Engine starts. Forgot to open exhaust outlet valve. Blow exhaust hose. Remove exhaust hose. Clean up Parsons Box. Cut back hose and refit to flange. Start engine again. Starter batteries only charging at 28V but no charging current being shown. Stop engine. Domestic battery fuse blown, change fuse. Good charging current to both batteries shown. Brother goes home. Decide to make up new arial cable to Plotter Antenna. Solder in to Antenna new cable. Crimp new connector. Test Plotter. Picks up single satellite and immediately looses it. Plotter fails to acquire satellite. Disconnect antenna cable from plotter and pull crimped terminal off end of new antenna wire by accident. Pack up plotter. Turn attention to Navtex. Cant select frequency on unit. Fiddle about with wires. No idea. Tidy boat. Pouring rain and saloon hatch starts to leak. Put bucket under saloon hatch. Lock up boat. Scrub off diesel and exhaust carbon. Drive home. Sit down to watch this months "I Love Film" offering "Train Spotting". DVD jumps around. Pour whiskey. Snifter. Off to bed.

 

[CAPTAIN FANTASTIC]

sounds like a normal day to me!!

 

[Leighb]

Only the one whiskey?

 

[mcframe]

One of those days.
Sit down to watch this months "I Love Film" offering "Train Spotting". DVD jumps around. Pour whiskey. Snifter. Off to bed.

Choose sailing. Choose a boat. Choose a swinging mooring. Choose a family cruiser. Choose a f***ing big anchor, Choose bilge keels, ensigns, compact chart plotters, and electrical depth sounders. Choose good seakeeping, low freeboard and marine insurance. Choose repairing engines in beautiful anchorages. Choose a starter boat with dodgy electrics. Choose YBW forums. Choose gore-tex leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose boat upholstery on hire purchase in a range of soggy fabrics. Choose astro-nav and wondering where you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that mooring watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing AWBs sail past, pointing higher than you ever will. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, varnishing your last on a miserable MAB, nothing more than an embarrassment to the shiny, blinged-up yachts you should have bought to replace it.
Choose your future. Choose sailing...