hlb
RIP
Or the Perils of Mucky Farter.
Once upon a time last week. Me and Debs sets off from Plymouth on one of our wild adventures. Ten miles down the coast Looe looked very inviting, so dropping the anchor in the bay, we were soon in the local chip shop. Down the coast in Polpero, we tied to the harbour wall, well the end of it actually which was only ten feet wide. MF insisting that she wished to park on the corner of the wall and not the flat bit. Anyhow the pub was very inviting so just time for a pint before rushing back to see wot damage had been done. Luckily the answer was not a lot, even though the sea was heaving a little bit. Anyway setting off proved a little bit more difficult. Thing was, I had to use the engines to keep the boat steady while Deb untied the various knots in the string, trouble was that once untied MF wandered back and forth to and from the wall and Deb half way down the quay ladder refused to jump!! So next plan B, moves round and held bows three inch off the ladder. Still Deb refused to budge. So moving in a little closer MF tupped her from behind. This seemed to give the desired encouragement and she landed on the deck in a lump to a loud applause from the surrounding audience../forums/images/icons/laugh.gif Fowey was it’s usual glorious self, the pubs hard to fault too. Next day it’s off to Falmouth then up the river Fal. Reckless the raggy was aground on the sand bank while down stream outside Mr Newmans place there was an enormous row going on on Happy Days owing to Mrs Happy having lost the boat hook overboard and Mr Happy being unable to manuver the boat back to it!! They also insisted strongly that they were not aground when we delivered the boat hook back to them…even though they were pointing in entirely different direction to all the other boats!!/forums/images/icons/smile.gif
Next we went up the Helford river and took the dinghy to the pub. Now the idea was that we would stay at the pub until the tide reached the dinghy wot we had put up the beach.. Well the water reached the dinghy but thinking there was still time, we staid put. Next thing was, the dinghy leaped into the water and started to escape like buggery!! So rushing down to the water I finished up, up to my chest in water before catching hold of the escapee.!!
Back in Falmouth that night Deb noticed the bilge pump on. So I tightened up the prop shaft thingy bits and went to bed.
Wots that water sound says Deb at seven am?? There was a definite sound of running water, even though my head was a bit slow at the time. Eventualy realising that the sound was coming from down below, I slung the table out and lifted the floor.
AAaaRRRrrrrGGggggg!! There was water running from the front bilge and waterfalling down into the engine room. It was like an out take from Titanic!!
Not only that, but even though the bilge pump was lit up, sod all water was being pumped out the boat. Presence of mind persuaded me that the likely cause of leak from the bows was the bog inlet or maybe outlet pipes, so I lifted the hatch. AAAaaaaRRrrrrGggggg! It’s full to the brim with water. Kate Winslet could have swam in it!! So reaching down about a foot into the murky depths, I tuned the sea cocks off. Trouble was, water was still pouring through the hole into the engine room and no way could I know if I’d stopped the leak. Next I’m hunting for the mobile phone to ring the harbour master and get some pumps, but cant find it in all the junk I’d thrown out on to the patio. So I tried to raise him on the radio, but I suspect he was still in bed. Now not wanting to sound alarmist but not ready to give up. But feeling a bit of a chump at the time. I called Falmouth coast guards. Now wot was going through my head at the time, was a story I read in readers Digest years ago, about how to deal with a half crisis and the trouble this family got into trying!!
Position? how many on board. Range and bearing?? Safety gear carried??
Anyway I managed to get them to wake the bloody harbour master from his slumber without causing all that much fuss and the pilot boat crew came round, followed by a boat with a petrol motor pump on it but only about three feet of pipe and then the harbour master demanding 25 quid for his crews overtime, even though they’d done F all. But Deb says that they did do it all very nicely and kindly. (Hope this helps!!) Deb mean while was lazily operating the hand bilge pump and wander hose with her foot. However by now it was producing the desired effect and the broken bog pipe coupling had reared it’s ugly head from the depths of the forward bilge.
Deciding to head for Plymouth for repairs, off we goes in dead flat sea, but as we gets half way the waves get bigger and bigger. Also noted was the starboard engine was going slower and slower, then course there’s the hole in the boat and the failed bilge pump as well!!
Back in my marina in Plymouth, there hosting the transatlantic single handed rag race. Why a load of seemingly sensible blokes want to sail about in a place where I know for definite, there is no pubs or crumpet, has me seriously worried about there sanity. However…….
Merv’s round next morning. New bilge pump and bits of pipe, we even mended the mysterious fuel leak as well as discovering that the fuel filters were clogged with shit and it being only May!!! Big dose of Soltron added. Pit stop completed by 11 30. So not much time lost really, Deb says Salcolmbe would be nice. Who the hell did we meet on the approach to Salcolmbe. LJS of course!!!
<hr width=100% size=1> Get Yer Flags ear</font color=red>
Haydn
Once upon a time last week. Me and Debs sets off from Plymouth on one of our wild adventures. Ten miles down the coast Looe looked very inviting, so dropping the anchor in the bay, we were soon in the local chip shop. Down the coast in Polpero, we tied to the harbour wall, well the end of it actually which was only ten feet wide. MF insisting that she wished to park on the corner of the wall and not the flat bit. Anyhow the pub was very inviting so just time for a pint before rushing back to see wot damage had been done. Luckily the answer was not a lot, even though the sea was heaving a little bit. Anyway setting off proved a little bit more difficult. Thing was, I had to use the engines to keep the boat steady while Deb untied the various knots in the string, trouble was that once untied MF wandered back and forth to and from the wall and Deb half way down the quay ladder refused to jump!! So next plan B, moves round and held bows three inch off the ladder. Still Deb refused to budge. So moving in a little closer MF tupped her from behind. This seemed to give the desired encouragement and she landed on the deck in a lump to a loud applause from the surrounding audience../forums/images/icons/laugh.gif Fowey was it’s usual glorious self, the pubs hard to fault too. Next day it’s off to Falmouth then up the river Fal. Reckless the raggy was aground on the sand bank while down stream outside Mr Newmans place there was an enormous row going on on Happy Days owing to Mrs Happy having lost the boat hook overboard and Mr Happy being unable to manuver the boat back to it!! They also insisted strongly that they were not aground when we delivered the boat hook back to them…even though they were pointing in entirely different direction to all the other boats!!/forums/images/icons/smile.gif
Next we went up the Helford river and took the dinghy to the pub. Now the idea was that we would stay at the pub until the tide reached the dinghy wot we had put up the beach.. Well the water reached the dinghy but thinking there was still time, we staid put. Next thing was, the dinghy leaped into the water and started to escape like buggery!! So rushing down to the water I finished up, up to my chest in water before catching hold of the escapee.!!
Back in Falmouth that night Deb noticed the bilge pump on. So I tightened up the prop shaft thingy bits and went to bed.
Wots that water sound says Deb at seven am?? There was a definite sound of running water, even though my head was a bit slow at the time. Eventualy realising that the sound was coming from down below, I slung the table out and lifted the floor.
AAaaRRRrrrrGGggggg!! There was water running from the front bilge and waterfalling down into the engine room. It was like an out take from Titanic!!
Not only that, but even though the bilge pump was lit up, sod all water was being pumped out the boat. Presence of mind persuaded me that the likely cause of leak from the bows was the bog inlet or maybe outlet pipes, so I lifted the hatch. AAAaaaaRRrrrrGggggg! It’s full to the brim with water. Kate Winslet could have swam in it!! So reaching down about a foot into the murky depths, I tuned the sea cocks off. Trouble was, water was still pouring through the hole into the engine room and no way could I know if I’d stopped the leak. Next I’m hunting for the mobile phone to ring the harbour master and get some pumps, but cant find it in all the junk I’d thrown out on to the patio. So I tried to raise him on the radio, but I suspect he was still in bed. Now not wanting to sound alarmist but not ready to give up. But feeling a bit of a chump at the time. I called Falmouth coast guards. Now wot was going through my head at the time, was a story I read in readers Digest years ago, about how to deal with a half crisis and the trouble this family got into trying!!
Position? how many on board. Range and bearing?? Safety gear carried??
Anyway I managed to get them to wake the bloody harbour master from his slumber without causing all that much fuss and the pilot boat crew came round, followed by a boat with a petrol motor pump on it but only about three feet of pipe and then the harbour master demanding 25 quid for his crews overtime, even though they’d done F all. But Deb says that they did do it all very nicely and kindly. (Hope this helps!!) Deb mean while was lazily operating the hand bilge pump and wander hose with her foot. However by now it was producing the desired effect and the broken bog pipe coupling had reared it’s ugly head from the depths of the forward bilge.
Deciding to head for Plymouth for repairs, off we goes in dead flat sea, but as we gets half way the waves get bigger and bigger. Also noted was the starboard engine was going slower and slower, then course there’s the hole in the boat and the failed bilge pump as well!!
Back in my marina in Plymouth, there hosting the transatlantic single handed rag race. Why a load of seemingly sensible blokes want to sail about in a place where I know for definite, there is no pubs or crumpet, has me seriously worried about there sanity. However…….
Merv’s round next morning. New bilge pump and bits of pipe, we even mended the mysterious fuel leak as well as discovering that the fuel filters were clogged with shit and it being only May!!! Big dose of Soltron added. Pit stop completed by 11 30. So not much time lost really, Deb says Salcolmbe would be nice. Who the hell did we meet on the approach to Salcolmbe. LJS of course!!!
<hr width=100% size=1> Get Yer Flags ear</font color=red>
Haydn
