Lakesailor
Well-Known Member
Took the good ship no name for a trial spin today on Windermere. Bit cloudy, but warm and a f2/3, so not a bad day for messing about.
I trailed and sailed from Ferry Nab with the help of Mental Pause (who was Nautibusby pre forum changeover).
Put the mast up and de-strapped etc in about half an hour. The boat floats off the trailer when the back bumper on the Shogun is nearly under water. It has a hand throttle so you can raise the tickover to avoid it drowning itself with water up the exhaust.
Dave walked the warp round so that we could leave the jetty with some dignity (no reverse on the Tohatsu)
We set off and beat upwind down the lake (if that makes sense) adjusted the headsail sheeting to get a better angle and planned a new tiller to replace the rather strange one that came with the boat.
There were quite a few boats out really. Not many using all the available sail area though.
I then drew Dave's attention to a yacht approaching from the North (SW wind).
We were just congratulating ourselves on beating a small gaffer and keeping up with a First 211 on the downwind run back up the lake. This bloke seemed to have more wind than us. Not an unusual thing on Windermere.
However he got level with us, turned towards us and came across the lake in a reach, then turned on the same heading as us and drew alongside.
"Allo! eet is such a noice day, joost a bit more weend we need" he hailed us.
"I think you've got your motor on, you cheating Froggie!" I returned (for we had spotted the tricolour on his jackstaff.)
"What sort of boat is that?" ventured Dave, but already the little garlic-tainted foreigner was already beyond us.
So he did a 360° and came alonside us again. He was a very nice bloke and told us he had brought his 5.5 metre yacht to Windermere for a bit of sailing, but was due to return home soon. He bemoaned all the work keeping it smart and said he would like a GRP boat like mine.
The offer to swap was Gallically ignored and with a shrug he powered off downwind again. Making us look like we'd kicked the anchor over the side.
Bloody Frenchies, coming here....................
What a cracking boat.
I trailed and sailed from Ferry Nab with the help of Mental Pause (who was Nautibusby pre forum changeover).
Put the mast up and de-strapped etc in about half an hour. The boat floats off the trailer when the back bumper on the Shogun is nearly under water. It has a hand throttle so you can raise the tickover to avoid it drowning itself with water up the exhaust.
Dave walked the warp round so that we could leave the jetty with some dignity (no reverse on the Tohatsu)
We set off and beat upwind down the lake (if that makes sense) adjusted the headsail sheeting to get a better angle and planned a new tiller to replace the rather strange one that came with the boat.
There were quite a few boats out really. Not many using all the available sail area though.
I then drew Dave's attention to a yacht approaching from the North (SW wind).
We were just congratulating ourselves on beating a small gaffer and keeping up with a First 211 on the downwind run back up the lake. This bloke seemed to have more wind than us. Not an unusual thing on Windermere.
However he got level with us, turned towards us and came across the lake in a reach, then turned on the same heading as us and drew alongside.
"Allo! eet is such a noice day, joost a bit more weend we need" he hailed us.
"I think you've got your motor on, you cheating Froggie!" I returned (for we had spotted the tricolour on his jackstaff.)
"What sort of boat is that?" ventured Dave, but already the little garlic-tainted foreigner was already beyond us.
So he did a 360° and came alonside us again. He was a very nice bloke and told us he had brought his 5.5 metre yacht to Windermere for a bit of sailing, but was due to return home soon. He bemoaned all the work keeping it smart and said he would like a GRP boat like mine.
The offer to swap was Gallically ignored and with a shrug he powered off downwind again. Making us look like we'd kicked the anchor over the side.
Bloody Frenchies, coming here....................
What a cracking boat.
