pragmatist
Well-Known Member
I viewed it as fortunate that the boatyard was very quiet today. And as a poor omen for my season that things should start in this vein.
We have been working hard to get our beauty ready for launch on Thursday - abrading the copper coat, putting back the serviced sea-cocks etc etc. And then Sir said we must test the engine. So there he is up in the cockpit with the controls (as chaps tend to do) and there I was with the hosepipe to feed the engine inlet. Well the first problem was I laid the hose out and then turned on the tap. Now plainly Baltic Wharf has excellent water pressure because the hosepipe turned into a live snake - thrashing to and fro jetting water. I had a difficult job to prevent myself getting wet.
Relieved and largely dry, I inserted said hose into the engine inlet and attempted to keep it there so the poor little engine would have it's necessary quantity of water. But of course since the engine wasn't started the water had nowhere to go but back so I stood there having a nice cold shower. Finally he started the engine - and suddenly most of the cold shower ceased and was taken into the engine. Sadly the engine, which has not been used for far too long, stopped. The wet shower began again. Then finally he got it going, did a bit of forwards and backwards, as it were, water shot out of the outlet and all was well. At that point he switched off the engine - the cold shower began YET AGAIN and I yelled "Can I turn this off ?" No answer. So I yelled even louder. The small number of heads in the yard at the time all turned and stared.
Eventually, as I stood there drenched, he popped his head out of the cockpit cover and fell about laughing. I was NOT amused (for those who know me this was very nearly an "On the paper, Mr Bailey" moment). When he'd finished the first outburst he did acknowledge that I could turn off the tap.
Advice to female crew - make sure YOU'RE the one with the engine controls and HE's the one with the hosepipe.
We have been working hard to get our beauty ready for launch on Thursday - abrading the copper coat, putting back the serviced sea-cocks etc etc. And then Sir said we must test the engine. So there he is up in the cockpit with the controls (as chaps tend to do) and there I was with the hosepipe to feed the engine inlet. Well the first problem was I laid the hose out and then turned on the tap. Now plainly Baltic Wharf has excellent water pressure because the hosepipe turned into a live snake - thrashing to and fro jetting water. I had a difficult job to prevent myself getting wet.
Relieved and largely dry, I inserted said hose into the engine inlet and attempted to keep it there so the poor little engine would have it's necessary quantity of water. But of course since the engine wasn't started the water had nowhere to go but back so I stood there having a nice cold shower. Finally he started the engine - and suddenly most of the cold shower ceased and was taken into the engine. Sadly the engine, which has not been used for far too long, stopped. The wet shower began again. Then finally he got it going, did a bit of forwards and backwards, as it were, water shot out of the outlet and all was well. At that point he switched off the engine - the cold shower began YET AGAIN and I yelled "Can I turn this off ?" No answer. So I yelled even louder. The small number of heads in the yard at the time all turned and stared.
Eventually, as I stood there drenched, he popped his head out of the cockpit cover and fell about laughing. I was NOT amused (for those who know me this was very nearly an "On the paper, Mr Bailey" moment). When he'd finished the first outburst he did acknowledge that I could turn off the tap.
Advice to female crew - make sure YOU'RE the one with the engine controls and HE's the one with the hosepipe.