tillergirl
Well-Known Member
Woke this morning at 3am to the thought that I could not remember passing the genny halliard through the deflector bush/pully thing when I rigged the mast in the second week of April! Aaahhh. Lay there and through about it and how to sort it - who to talk into pulling up the mast, who to help me pull whoever up the mast, could I get away with it without wrapping until the end of the season, etc,e tc. So no sleep there....
So out early to TG on a glorious morning intent of sorting a couple of things and checking the genny halliard. Got there, all fine, perfected fitted. Relief tinged with slight sadness that I can no longer remember things I have done properly.
On board and down below in a chirpy frame of mind intent on doing a few small jobs and then going for a sail. Sniff, sniff, that smells a bit diesely (despite being a MAB, TG does tend to smell ok). Lifted floorboard and bilge awash in diesel! Aaaaarrrggggggh.
Up with everything and traced to the return pipe through the bilge. One of the retaining clamps has broken and the return dropped until it is rubbing on the sharp edge of the keel bolt nut; obviously not recent - last Monday's spirited sail must have been the final straw and rubbed a hole and gently dripping finest red diesel into bilge. Telephone call to the yard at Heybridge and Adrian (bless him) is on his way with some copper pipe and compression fittings. I dash ashore in the launch and borrow an old 25 litre container and buy a cheap hand pump and Bilgex in the chandlery. 13 litres of diesel and salt water and crud later and the bilge is empty but 'orrid. Adrian arrives repairs pipe, few buckets of seawater into bilge and Bilgex in (15 squids a go!!). Off we go for a motor around to shake it about. Better but it's going to take a while before that's really clean again.
Just got to lug 13 litres of crud up the Causeway!
Init fun, this boating.......
So out early to TG on a glorious morning intent of sorting a couple of things and checking the genny halliard. Got there, all fine, perfected fitted. Relief tinged with slight sadness that I can no longer remember things I have done properly.
On board and down below in a chirpy frame of mind intent on doing a few small jobs and then going for a sail. Sniff, sniff, that smells a bit diesely (despite being a MAB, TG does tend to smell ok). Lifted floorboard and bilge awash in diesel! Aaaaarrrggggggh.
Up with everything and traced to the return pipe through the bilge. One of the retaining clamps has broken and the return dropped until it is rubbing on the sharp edge of the keel bolt nut; obviously not recent - last Monday's spirited sail must have been the final straw and rubbed a hole and gently dripping finest red diesel into bilge. Telephone call to the yard at Heybridge and Adrian (bless him) is on his way with some copper pipe and compression fittings. I dash ashore in the launch and borrow an old 25 litre container and buy a cheap hand pump and Bilgex in the chandlery. 13 litres of diesel and salt water and crud later and the bilge is empty but 'orrid. Adrian arrives repairs pipe, few buckets of seawater into bilge and Bilgex in (15 squids a go!!). Off we go for a motor around to shake it about. Better but it's going to take a while before that's really clean again.
Just got to lug 13 litres of crud up the Causeway!
Init fun, this boating.......
