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RIP
Those of you that know me will be aware of the sadder moments of this trip. For the rest of you I will keep it nice and light.
Top and bottom of it was that youngest son had been very ill, so I took him for a holiday, care of MF.
What a week, weather calm sunny and a flat sea. Course LJS had to poke his nose in along with Mr & Mrs Dirty Lurker and even Poter turned up!
The trip back from the pub up the Tamar with LJS was memorable if only for the journey back in the dark. Must also add in the visit to the Yelm with the lurkers, dont want Mrs Lurker getting her knickers in a twist!!
The main event was a tour of Cornwall, it's amazing how fast 500ltrs disapears with a mucky bottom.
Left Plymouth with the usual passage plan entered in log. IE Bugger all except the juice on board!! So started to put a rough course in once in open water. Trouble is, it was not that open, a battle ship or submarine in the road of every course I tried! So next I thought I'd be responcible and put a safety message in to the coast guards. Unfortunatly I did mention that my son had had a stroke. So all hell broke loose till I managed to calm them down by assuring them that it was some weeks ago and not occuring at sea!! Anyway I'm zig zaging through alll the battle ships and listening to some crap on the radio about gun and torpedo practice. Did not catch the area though! So again asked coast guards. They were a bit miffed again cos I did not remember where Doderman point was, but anyway the practice thingy was 3 to 6 miles off there. When I finally rooted the chart out of the cupboard, in between dodging the ships and lobster pots and talking to this silly bugger at the coast guards. I thing he wondered how the hell I was going to find Falmouth. Splutter!! Especialy as with all the changing course, it was getting quite dark by now. Does any one know what lights are carried on a torpedo?? So anyway I thought, bugger them, I'm in a hurry! So just skirted round them a bit and locked the auto pilot onto Falmouth! Went to visit Mr Newman up the Fal. Discovered that he also had had a stroke at 40.
The trip back to Plymouth was much less eventfull, maybe becase we took the scenic route via Fowey, Meggavisy ? and Charles Town.All done on one borrowed battery, minus the battery charger that was knacked. Oh and the Auto pilot broke on the way back!! So whats been happening here. Anything interesting??
<hr width=100% size=1> <font color=blue>No one can force me to come here.<font color=red> I'm a volunteer!!.<font color=blue>
Haydn
Top and bottom of it was that youngest son had been very ill, so I took him for a holiday, care of MF.
What a week, weather calm sunny and a flat sea. Course LJS had to poke his nose in along with Mr & Mrs Dirty Lurker and even Poter turned up!
The trip back from the pub up the Tamar with LJS was memorable if only for the journey back in the dark. Must also add in the visit to the Yelm with the lurkers, dont want Mrs Lurker getting her knickers in a twist!!
The main event was a tour of Cornwall, it's amazing how fast 500ltrs disapears with a mucky bottom.
Left Plymouth with the usual passage plan entered in log. IE Bugger all except the juice on board!! So started to put a rough course in once in open water. Trouble is, it was not that open, a battle ship or submarine in the road of every course I tried! So next I thought I'd be responcible and put a safety message in to the coast guards. Unfortunatly I did mention that my son had had a stroke. So all hell broke loose till I managed to calm them down by assuring them that it was some weeks ago and not occuring at sea!! Anyway I'm zig zaging through alll the battle ships and listening to some crap on the radio about gun and torpedo practice. Did not catch the area though! So again asked coast guards. They were a bit miffed again cos I did not remember where Doderman point was, but anyway the practice thingy was 3 to 6 miles off there. When I finally rooted the chart out of the cupboard, in between dodging the ships and lobster pots and talking to this silly bugger at the coast guards. I thing he wondered how the hell I was going to find Falmouth. Splutter!! Especialy as with all the changing course, it was getting quite dark by now. Does any one know what lights are carried on a torpedo?? So anyway I thought, bugger them, I'm in a hurry! So just skirted round them a bit and locked the auto pilot onto Falmouth! Went to visit Mr Newman up the Fal. Discovered that he also had had a stroke at 40.
The trip back to Plymouth was much less eventfull, maybe becase we took the scenic route via Fowey, Meggavisy ? and Charles Town.All done on one borrowed battery, minus the battery charger that was knacked. Oh and the Auto pilot broke on the way back!! So whats been happening here. Anything interesting??
<hr width=100% size=1> <font color=blue>No one can force me to come here.<font color=red> I'm a volunteer!!.<font color=blue>
Haydn
