Magic_Sailor
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SWMBO and I went down to the boat on Sunday for a short sail down to Newtown Creek and then back again Monday morning, having a few days previously bent on the genoa as it had needed a small repair.
Unusually the wind was perfect for a beam reach down Newtown on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Hoisted main and gave instruction to number one to flash out the genoa. She flakes out the furling line and I'm not taking too much notice of what she's doing. She, however, picked the line up off of the seat and noting that it wasn't as usual stowed fairly neatly on the safety rail and further notices that there is no stopper knot on the end of the line and puts one on. Out comes the genoa...and stops with only about 25% of it unfurled. The stopper knot was jammed in the first pulley (a number of which lead the line around the toe rail).
I spent the next 10 minutes racking my brains as to how I could have bent the sail on incorrectly. I was sat with the stopper knot in my hand, fiddling with the furry end of the rope. Then is dawned on me. The end shouldn't be furry should it.
Some cretin. Some petty bastard had cut off about 15' of the furling line and knicked it. I would dearly love to meet this person.
I was a manky bit of rope. Why would anyboady even bother. Quite depressing really.
Magic
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Unusually the wind was perfect for a beam reach down Newtown on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Hoisted main and gave instruction to number one to flash out the genoa. She flakes out the furling line and I'm not taking too much notice of what she's doing. She, however, picked the line up off of the seat and noting that it wasn't as usual stowed fairly neatly on the safety rail and further notices that there is no stopper knot on the end of the line and puts one on. Out comes the genoa...and stops with only about 25% of it unfurled. The stopper knot was jammed in the first pulley (a number of which lead the line around the toe rail).
I spent the next 10 minutes racking my brains as to how I could have bent the sail on incorrectly. I was sat with the stopper knot in my hand, fiddling with the furry end of the rope. Then is dawned on me. The end shouldn't be furry should it.
Some cretin. Some petty bastard had cut off about 15' of the furling line and knicked it. I would dearly love to meet this person.
I was a manky bit of rope. Why would anyboady even bother. Quite depressing really.
Magic
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