kilkerr1
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Hey all
Our new/old boat project-stylee Kingfisher 30 needs a boat yard on the south coast to huddle in for the next year or so (year? ha!). Somewhere between Brighton and Chi. Have been in touch with Dell Quay Yacht Yard, and while they're perfectly located, they're a wee bit pricey for us. Was thinking mebbe somwhere a bit closer to Brighton - Littlehampton poss? Dunno...Any suggestions chaps?
Oh, and we didn't start our long awaited trip. The decision was made swiftly, with the input of various esteemed forumites and mickmariner's ever-indispensible advice. Our thought processes went something like: Around South Foreland? In a F6 south-westerley? I think not...
Instead we visited the forts in the Thames Estuary - aren't they weird? - the Sir Richard Montgomery, on one of whose 'Danger' buoys a little fishing boat was happily tied - isn't it scary? - the castles at Upnor and Rochester - aren't they pretty? - dodged the dinghies racing in the Medway - aren't they all mad? - and ended a great weekend spending a miserable hour trying to moor the poor old girl in some very blowy weather.
Oh, and on the way back to our mooring - wind over tide most impressive waves I've been in yet - spotted a tiny little fishing boat bobbing about madly, roughly 40m from shore in Bartlett Creek (think that's what it's called). Three shirtless, shaven headed, tattooed and mostly toothless young chaps waving madly at us from the cockpit. Not really the weather to be going alongside another boat but HWMO was feeling gallant. Our three gentlemen were obviously on the tipsy side and praised the good lord in a very colourful way for sending us. They shouted over that they'd run out of petrol and had been stranded on the mud all day. We went around, found our spare can of petrol, and, rather amazingly in that weather I thought, managed to get it to them without any harm coming to St T. I don't think those boys really cared much about the dent in their side...Anyway, we went off a little way and waited to see if they could start their engine. Which they did. They wanted to return the petrol can to us but, not wanting to risk another, shall we say, 'sudden meeting of hulls', declined their kind offer and told them to keep it. They went racing off singing - quite literally - our praises. So that was our good deed done for the day. I fully expected this to translate into excellent karma and that mooring our boat would go smoothly despite the weather. Foolish girl, you were so, so wrong...
Pip pip, dear hearties.
<hr width=100% size=1><A target="_blank" HREF=http://kilkerr.members.easyspace.com/santateresa_pics.htm>Santa Teresa and other t'ings</A>
Our new/old boat project-stylee Kingfisher 30 needs a boat yard on the south coast to huddle in for the next year or so (year? ha!). Somewhere between Brighton and Chi. Have been in touch with Dell Quay Yacht Yard, and while they're perfectly located, they're a wee bit pricey for us. Was thinking mebbe somwhere a bit closer to Brighton - Littlehampton poss? Dunno...Any suggestions chaps?
Oh, and we didn't start our long awaited trip. The decision was made swiftly, with the input of various esteemed forumites and mickmariner's ever-indispensible advice. Our thought processes went something like: Around South Foreland? In a F6 south-westerley? I think not...
Instead we visited the forts in the Thames Estuary - aren't they weird? - the Sir Richard Montgomery, on one of whose 'Danger' buoys a little fishing boat was happily tied - isn't it scary? - the castles at Upnor and Rochester - aren't they pretty? - dodged the dinghies racing in the Medway - aren't they all mad? - and ended a great weekend spending a miserable hour trying to moor the poor old girl in some very blowy weather.
Oh, and on the way back to our mooring - wind over tide most impressive waves I've been in yet - spotted a tiny little fishing boat bobbing about madly, roughly 40m from shore in Bartlett Creek (think that's what it's called). Three shirtless, shaven headed, tattooed and mostly toothless young chaps waving madly at us from the cockpit. Not really the weather to be going alongside another boat but HWMO was feeling gallant. Our three gentlemen were obviously on the tipsy side and praised the good lord in a very colourful way for sending us. They shouted over that they'd run out of petrol and had been stranded on the mud all day. We went around, found our spare can of petrol, and, rather amazingly in that weather I thought, managed to get it to them without any harm coming to St T. I don't think those boys really cared much about the dent in their side...Anyway, we went off a little way and waited to see if they could start their engine. Which they did. They wanted to return the petrol can to us but, not wanting to risk another, shall we say, 'sudden meeting of hulls', declined their kind offer and told them to keep it. They went racing off singing - quite literally - our praises. So that was our good deed done for the day. I fully expected this to translate into excellent karma and that mooring our boat would go smoothly despite the weather. Foolish girl, you were so, so wrong...
Pip pip, dear hearties.
<hr width=100% size=1><A target="_blank" HREF=http://kilkerr.members.easyspace.com/santateresa_pics.htm>Santa Teresa and other t'ings</A>