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And Another Toilet Saga!!!
This epic voyage started with no particular destination in mind, so first thing was to fill both normal and MF’s secondary bunker tank at the half reasonable rate in Yacht Haven Plymouth. Pity as I must be the only boat to actually import diesel to Guernsey!! After overnighting in Salcolmbe ..../forums/images/icons/laugh.gif Also delivered three bottles of Soltron to Dom as well!! Anyway the extra Soltron was soon used up as we discovered that the fuel bug in the Starboard tank was still not destroyed and was breading like buggery, Did mannage a beer with Dom and even Col arrived after catching the ferry. Think he must be frightend or does not know the way else he would have come in his own boat. He did mumble some lame excuse about coming for a new drive leg and boat broke, but I’ve heard it all before /forums/images/icons/laugh.gif
Next on to Alderney a proper Island. St Peters port just seems like Accrington to me!!
Phone rings, it’s LJ. Says he’s on his way to Alderney and where am I. He must have long range radar on that old tug of his!! So we spends a couple of nights moored alongside and tied to a buoy, even though LJ did tell the HM that he was anchoring!! Hired a car and explored the whole Island about five times, mainly cos LJ kept getting lost. Anyway he got forgiven after finding the extra cheap diesel at of all places the Alderney Electric company. Then he resorted to form and said the weather forecast was F4 reducing. So we got a F6 on the beam all the way to Weymouth!!
Weymouth, Lulworth cove and then Pool. Tied to town key and got bashed about by boats wizzing in at 15 knots, bloody fender board would not stay on the outside of the piles. First time I’ve ever complained to HM about wash, but radioed him, I was sick of crashing into the piles.
On the way to Yarmouth the starboard engines loosing revs again. More bloody bugs!
Then Wiggo and Hagrid turned up alongside for the night. Followed Wiggo back to Christchurch in a hellish lumpy sea, turned round once but then remembered I’d got his hand held so carried on, not to impressed with the six foot waves and prospect of crossing the metre deep bar!! Don’t look at the depth sounder he said!! Gulp, I did take a sneaky look and it said OO!!!!........AaaaaRrrrrGGgggg…./forums/images/icons/laugh.gif So then I was back to ditch crawling up the channel to Christchurch, just like old times…/forums/images/icons/smile.gif Tied up to a corrugated iron thingy with about 6 inch of water underneath. Then amazingly we went out for tea and the whole tide came back in’ in an hour then staid there all day!!
Back to Yarmouth and Mr Hales (Is he called) boat yard Volspluter agent!! is finally open for some filters. Don’t be long said the HM being as we were tied to the fuel quay at the time.
Bloke goes looking for fuel filters. No idea what a pre filter is. Comes back with oil filter!! Girl goes off up ladder for ages, comes back with what looks like a gearbox filter. Then the proper mechanic comes back from lunch and spends another hour looking. Finds one only. In the mean time I’m just trying to get out the place!!
Then up to Gunners Quay Portsmouth. £70 for the two nights the bloke says, then took one look at the by now shabby looking MF and relented to 60 quid, so I said I’d pay for one night while Deb scooted up to London for a meeting. Told her to get back sharp!! Col’s on the phone. Something about going to Alderney. Anyway he turned up next day whilst I was trying to scrape some of the shit off MF. We went for a beer and about 5 or 8 latter decided to follow him back up to his scrap yard up the Hamble!! Must admit it was very friendly and quite changed my view of the Solent. Col apologised for being pissed. I had not noticed!! (being pissed myself)
Back to Weymouth then took the scenic route round Lyme bay. Lyme Regis is worth the visit but Beer was a bit to lumpy to stop in the bay. On to Exmouth meeting LJ on the way. Then life got interesting. Coming alongside LJ on his buoy I noticed that some one had put the big round bow fender just a little bit high and it was attacking LJ’s guard rail, so I tried to back off. Then just noticed that LJ’s crane thingy had attached itself to my guard rail. Not sure who won the tug of war but LJ’s crane bent double and my rail is a bit poorly!!
Realising that the brand new macerator turd bashing pump was a bit sick, I tactfully asked Deb if anything might have fallen down the toilet, no, it remains a mystery then, but it was seriously broke.
Back in Plymouth the holding tank is ram jam full. So the decision is made (by hlb alone) to take the end off the pump and lift the pipe up higher than the tank before much comes out!! ARRrrrGGGGgggg!!! I gets the pipe about three foot in the air and the bloody 80mmm pipe is still gushing shit out like mount versuevous. Please don’t try this at home, & most particularly on your boat. Says Deb!! Anyway I detatched the offending unmentionable from the pump and chucked it in the bucket which deb through overboard. It was last seen making way across Plymouth Sound. But I forgot to tell Deb what was in the bucket!!!
500 miles and hardly a hitch!!
<hr width=100% size=1> Flags Solly MFBR</font color=red>
Haydn
This epic voyage started with no particular destination in mind, so first thing was to fill both normal and MF’s secondary bunker tank at the half reasonable rate in Yacht Haven Plymouth. Pity as I must be the only boat to actually import diesel to Guernsey!! After overnighting in Salcolmbe ..../forums/images/icons/laugh.gif Also delivered three bottles of Soltron to Dom as well!! Anyway the extra Soltron was soon used up as we discovered that the fuel bug in the Starboard tank was still not destroyed and was breading like buggery, Did mannage a beer with Dom and even Col arrived after catching the ferry. Think he must be frightend or does not know the way else he would have come in his own boat. He did mumble some lame excuse about coming for a new drive leg and boat broke, but I’ve heard it all before /forums/images/icons/laugh.gif
Next on to Alderney a proper Island. St Peters port just seems like Accrington to me!!
Phone rings, it’s LJ. Says he’s on his way to Alderney and where am I. He must have long range radar on that old tug of his!! So we spends a couple of nights moored alongside and tied to a buoy, even though LJ did tell the HM that he was anchoring!! Hired a car and explored the whole Island about five times, mainly cos LJ kept getting lost. Anyway he got forgiven after finding the extra cheap diesel at of all places the Alderney Electric company. Then he resorted to form and said the weather forecast was F4 reducing. So we got a F6 on the beam all the way to Weymouth!!
Weymouth, Lulworth cove and then Pool. Tied to town key and got bashed about by boats wizzing in at 15 knots, bloody fender board would not stay on the outside of the piles. First time I’ve ever complained to HM about wash, but radioed him, I was sick of crashing into the piles.
On the way to Yarmouth the starboard engines loosing revs again. More bloody bugs!
Then Wiggo and Hagrid turned up alongside for the night. Followed Wiggo back to Christchurch in a hellish lumpy sea, turned round once but then remembered I’d got his hand held so carried on, not to impressed with the six foot waves and prospect of crossing the metre deep bar!! Don’t look at the depth sounder he said!! Gulp, I did take a sneaky look and it said OO!!!!........AaaaaRrrrrGGgggg…./forums/images/icons/laugh.gif So then I was back to ditch crawling up the channel to Christchurch, just like old times…/forums/images/icons/smile.gif Tied up to a corrugated iron thingy with about 6 inch of water underneath. Then amazingly we went out for tea and the whole tide came back in’ in an hour then staid there all day!!
Back to Yarmouth and Mr Hales (Is he called) boat yard Volspluter agent!! is finally open for some filters. Don’t be long said the HM being as we were tied to the fuel quay at the time.
Bloke goes looking for fuel filters. No idea what a pre filter is. Comes back with oil filter!! Girl goes off up ladder for ages, comes back with what looks like a gearbox filter. Then the proper mechanic comes back from lunch and spends another hour looking. Finds one only. In the mean time I’m just trying to get out the place!!
Then up to Gunners Quay Portsmouth. £70 for the two nights the bloke says, then took one look at the by now shabby looking MF and relented to 60 quid, so I said I’d pay for one night while Deb scooted up to London for a meeting. Told her to get back sharp!! Col’s on the phone. Something about going to Alderney. Anyway he turned up next day whilst I was trying to scrape some of the shit off MF. We went for a beer and about 5 or 8 latter decided to follow him back up to his scrap yard up the Hamble!! Must admit it was very friendly and quite changed my view of the Solent. Col apologised for being pissed. I had not noticed!! (being pissed myself)
Back to Weymouth then took the scenic route round Lyme bay. Lyme Regis is worth the visit but Beer was a bit to lumpy to stop in the bay. On to Exmouth meeting LJ on the way. Then life got interesting. Coming alongside LJ on his buoy I noticed that some one had put the big round bow fender just a little bit high and it was attacking LJ’s guard rail, so I tried to back off. Then just noticed that LJ’s crane thingy had attached itself to my guard rail. Not sure who won the tug of war but LJ’s crane bent double and my rail is a bit poorly!!
Realising that the brand new macerator turd bashing pump was a bit sick, I tactfully asked Deb if anything might have fallen down the toilet, no, it remains a mystery then, but it was seriously broke.
Back in Plymouth the holding tank is ram jam full. So the decision is made (by hlb alone) to take the end off the pump and lift the pipe up higher than the tank before much comes out!! ARRrrrGGGGgggg!!! I gets the pipe about three foot in the air and the bloody 80mmm pipe is still gushing shit out like mount versuevous. Please don’t try this at home, & most particularly on your boat. Says Deb!! Anyway I detatched the offending unmentionable from the pump and chucked it in the bucket which deb through overboard. It was last seen making way across Plymouth Sound. But I forgot to tell Deb what was in the bucket!!!
500 miles and hardly a hitch!!
<hr width=100% size=1> Flags Solly MFBR</font color=red>
Haydn
