Between 25 and 40 knots in the gusts across Plymouth Sound this morning. They did have some fun in the 4th race in the Royal Western's Nash Icicle Series
Saturday 9 pm - Sitting in Cowes all tucked up - heater blasting out - whisky in hand - phone rings - Jimi from somewhere in Poole bay - couldn't hear much - but gist was....F*******g cold ...... Anyway - they made it to Poole at 3 am - rather them than me.
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Yup .. very lively trip.. ENE F8 .. wrecked another dodger .. and invented the Glen Rosa diet ... ended up in Poole at 2am but the wimps from the Mobo party were already in bed!
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i got to cherbourg, set off back, random chain of events later and forestay is lieing neatly on the deck. needless to say boat now sat in cherbourg. ferry back was pretty bouncy tho.
little bit of string from headsail furling drum (that was thru a jammer round a winch and cleated off!) decides its going to unto itself........
huge knoted mess around furling drum.....150% genoa flapping around in 35knt wind.....bollox thinks me as i crawl forwards to untangle.....
so know i'm on a bob slay slewing from side to side and up and down getting airborne then slamed onto deck then washed backwards and crawling forewards again whilst trying to untangle furling line and hang on to boat.....starting to feel rather queezy.....can't get knot undone and spending alot of time with head underwater....queezyness wins....start of by chucking over side then since i'm getting so swamped give up and just chuck up all over myself so i don't have to stop trying to untangle.....(i'm not often sick and afterwards one of my crew said if he'd known i was being sick he would have been alot more worried!) anyway.....after half an hour of doing everything i can think of to untangle string i decide that we'll drop the sail before it flogs itself to bits and then go back to cherbourg to fix drum.......this is where it gets really exciting.....explain that i want genoa dropping in a controlled but f***ing quick fashion....everyone ready to drop sail and down it comes.....halfway anyway...so the top end of the furling system is stuck up the foil and the whole sail has come out of the track....now have sail flying halfway up forestay.....one look at mast wanging about tells me this is very bad indeed....can't find any way to get sail down....know have about 2 seconds to formulate a new plan of action.....so i cut the bottom of the sail in the hope of it tearing at the top and just flying off never to be seen again.....i leg it down below to put out a pan pan thinking if the mast goes in this swell thing could get much much worse.......send pan pan....then one of crew calls down it's ok the sails down now.....so the sails down it's still attached to the forestay and its trailing behind us....mast still there...leg it foreward with spinnekar halliard......retrieve genoa and turn down wind to try keep mast up.....then as if by magic top main sail slider goes POP...and the next goes POP....POP....POP.......etc etc.....so know i have a cockpit full of sails and seasick people....winning combination.....all still quite cheerful tho...so i go below to keep cherbourg mts informed of our progress...the tell me they have sent a warship to follow me in (i'm about 10 miles offshore at this point)....when all of a sudend the bolt that keeps the sliding hatch in the saloon closed sheers and it starts raining in....wedge that shut and wonder what else is going to happen.....nothing much happens till just off the breakwater at cherbourg when the warship turns up(looks like its made out of lego!) we all wonder what we would have done in a real emergency since we have got ourselves back into the harbour....then cherbourg mts say they are sending the lifeboat to me....no no i say....just get me a couple of shower tokens and the code please....no no i don't need a lifeboat i need a shower......so the lifeboat turns up just outside the marina.....makes us follow him in and makes us a coffee and gives us shower tokens....nice blokes....anyway tidy up boat have lunch hop on ferry home......still have no idea how mast stayed up thank f**k for babystays! anyway coulod have been much worse all crew fine...damage to boat seems minor exchange for no casualtys ans nobody panicked....so thanks you to my crew and boat for looking after each other....
P.S i don't need anyone to tell me how they would have done it differently.....hindsight is a great gift.......
Takes me back to the days b4 roller reefing gennys, when every headsail change (down) meant going up to the pointy end and getting free saltwater showers. Don't miss it one bit.
That ain't funny ... I've had roller reefing jammed open in a F7 in the Solent and I've been in 35+knots of wind off Cherbourg ... and I would not wish that combination on anyone! Well done .. think that a safe unassisted arrival in port after events like that is a result! The strains on the boat must have been phenomenal! I'm putting my emergency forestay fitting further up my priority list.
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You have my sympathy. Been there done it got the T shirt E F8 midnight 10 m SSE of St Catherines heading for Portsmouth. I check my furling lines VERY carefully now. We flew the genoa (it tore up the luff groove just like yours) from the masthead all the way until in the lee of Southsea. 1 hr on the foredeck on my own. SWMBO thought I'd gone overboard. Kids down below slept snugly through it all. I'll never forget coming through Forts stuffing Mars bars and drinking whisky, followed by hot shower at hardway. Sun Fizz had a big mast section though.