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Further to report of last week. Just got back from the latest epic boat trip.
Not seen the boat for two months so, even though Mr Fish did say the weather was going to be rough, very rough or even rougher, the over riding concern was that it being half term and the kids were getting a week off from Tutts teaching endeavours.
The latest Huge repair to the Eberspatcher and the hastily fitting of three new batteries , presented Mucky Farter snug and warm, at least whilst on the pontoon. The newly fitted auto pilot pump, we were quietly made aware. That the red wire might go where the black one was or vis-erversa (S) Also the rudder sensor that wot I had just refitted, might not be on straight. The culmative effect of this lot being. That we might not necessarily be going in the direction intended. So time for a test run.
Out into the Sound and Muckyfarter leaped gleefully over the swell and believe it or not, contrary to all beliefs, roughly in a straight line, although hard to tell, with all the wind and sea. Tutts yelled out, that we were about to ram George the dolphin but some how we missed him cos he was next seen doing a good twenty odd knots at the bows of the navy’s high speed catamaran bus thingy. So, test completed to full satisfaction we headed for Bouncer for a tank of fuel. Now Bouncer is not yer average Solent type fuel barge, bit more industrial than that. Does not even have a Fuel for sale sign. But not content to pay Bobbie at Yacht Haven the 40p per litre, thought we would give it a go. They produced the smallest and dirtiest pipe which was only four or five inches across and set about adding the three reducers on the end and with the aid of the little Vietnamese bloke perched between the heaving decks, started to fill the tanks at slowest possible speed. A three foot fountain of red diesel signalling that the first tank was full and the same with the second. The five gallon left in the pipe was found a home in Muckyfarters emergency forty five gallon oil drum. Twas at this time, we discovered that, and being as Bouncer only takes cash. That we only had £120 of the £140 Bouncer required for the fill up!! So further voyages hastily cancelled till after trip to hole in wall. Kind Mr Bouncer said he would come for it in his dinghy. He did, also procuring six forms to sign and also a sample of fuel in a little bottle. All very regimental. Although the 27.5 PPL hardly seemed worth the bother.
Now getting short of entertainment it was time to get Long John down and after much phoning and answer phoning answering and calling back, managed to get him installed the following day. Twas at that time that ToMo wrang. Remember him?? So followed a hour long conversation between Me and Tomo LJS and ToMo, Tutts and ToMo, LJS and ToMo SWMBO, Tutts & ToMo SWMBO to name but a few.
Then there was the inevitable long conversation on what to do, with the wind howling and the rain intermittently coming down in lumps. Go to sea of course, what a daft question. So all three up the fly bridge so as to see over the swell, off we goes, out passed the breakwater and into the eye of the ugly storm., which was quite nice as storms go cos the waves were a long way apart and though big, could zoom up and down them with not many coming over the top! However we did rethink the passage plan of going up to Newton Ferret as the foam and froth across the river entrance and the ten foot swell over the three foot bar made it a bit off putting. Then the rain came down and the wind blew even harder so passaged planned for Sutton and Captain Jaspers. Muckyfarter now had the wind on her tail so surfed along on top of it. At Sutton there was no room at the inn so then had to make the long arduous journey to Queen Anne Battery for three pints of Bass and some wine for Tutts that wot got her words all mixed up!! The night journey up the Cattewater was quite uneventful but had to be made to get Long John to the Boringdon arms for his tea. Already having been supplied with a dose of Soltron wot he’s promised to pay for sometime./forums/images/icons/smile.gif
The End.
<font color=red>The X Invisible White Man/forums/images/icons/laugh.gif<font color=blue>Haydn
Not seen the boat for two months so, even though Mr Fish did say the weather was going to be rough, very rough or even rougher, the over riding concern was that it being half term and the kids were getting a week off from Tutts teaching endeavours.
The latest Huge repair to the Eberspatcher and the hastily fitting of three new batteries , presented Mucky Farter snug and warm, at least whilst on the pontoon. The newly fitted auto pilot pump, we were quietly made aware. That the red wire might go where the black one was or vis-erversa (S) Also the rudder sensor that wot I had just refitted, might not be on straight. The culmative effect of this lot being. That we might not necessarily be going in the direction intended. So time for a test run.
Out into the Sound and Muckyfarter leaped gleefully over the swell and believe it or not, contrary to all beliefs, roughly in a straight line, although hard to tell, with all the wind and sea. Tutts yelled out, that we were about to ram George the dolphin but some how we missed him cos he was next seen doing a good twenty odd knots at the bows of the navy’s high speed catamaran bus thingy. So, test completed to full satisfaction we headed for Bouncer for a tank of fuel. Now Bouncer is not yer average Solent type fuel barge, bit more industrial than that. Does not even have a Fuel for sale sign. But not content to pay Bobbie at Yacht Haven the 40p per litre, thought we would give it a go. They produced the smallest and dirtiest pipe which was only four or five inches across and set about adding the three reducers on the end and with the aid of the little Vietnamese bloke perched between the heaving decks, started to fill the tanks at slowest possible speed. A three foot fountain of red diesel signalling that the first tank was full and the same with the second. The five gallon left in the pipe was found a home in Muckyfarters emergency forty five gallon oil drum. Twas at this time, we discovered that, and being as Bouncer only takes cash. That we only had £120 of the £140 Bouncer required for the fill up!! So further voyages hastily cancelled till after trip to hole in wall. Kind Mr Bouncer said he would come for it in his dinghy. He did, also procuring six forms to sign and also a sample of fuel in a little bottle. All very regimental. Although the 27.5 PPL hardly seemed worth the bother.
Now getting short of entertainment it was time to get Long John down and after much phoning and answer phoning answering and calling back, managed to get him installed the following day. Twas at that time that ToMo wrang. Remember him?? So followed a hour long conversation between Me and Tomo LJS and ToMo, Tutts and ToMo, LJS and ToMo SWMBO, Tutts & ToMo SWMBO to name but a few.
Then there was the inevitable long conversation on what to do, with the wind howling and the rain intermittently coming down in lumps. Go to sea of course, what a daft question. So all three up the fly bridge so as to see over the swell, off we goes, out passed the breakwater and into the eye of the ugly storm., which was quite nice as storms go cos the waves were a long way apart and though big, could zoom up and down them with not many coming over the top! However we did rethink the passage plan of going up to Newton Ferret as the foam and froth across the river entrance and the ten foot swell over the three foot bar made it a bit off putting. Then the rain came down and the wind blew even harder so passaged planned for Sutton and Captain Jaspers. Muckyfarter now had the wind on her tail so surfed along on top of it. At Sutton there was no room at the inn so then had to make the long arduous journey to Queen Anne Battery for three pints of Bass and some wine for Tutts that wot got her words all mixed up!! The night journey up the Cattewater was quite uneventful but had to be made to get Long John to the Boringdon arms for his tea. Already having been supplied with a dose of Soltron wot he’s promised to pay for sometime./forums/images/icons/smile.gif
The End.
<font color=red>The X Invisible White Man/forums/images/icons/laugh.gif<font color=blue>Haydn
