Passing port to port

Last Friday morning was bloody horrible at Port Bannatyne - when I had final work to do before launching. As soon as Jumblie went in the weather turned lovely. Oh well, the painting can wait till next year ...

Thursday morning was horrible - Friday was chust sublime! We left early for Largs and a sail round Cumbrae.

We chatted on Thursday night - you were obviously so wrapped up in fitting out, time had no meaning.

Saturday morning was vile in Largs but once clear of the Cumbrae the passage back to Rothesay was not too bad.
 
Thursday morning was horrible - Friday was chust sublime! We left early for Largs and a sail round Cumbrae.

We chatted on Thursday night - you were obviously so wrapped up in fitting out, time had no meaning.

Oh yes, I remember now. Friday was when I discovered a foot of water in the bilge and spent the whole day finding and then fitting a new Vetus waterlock. Yes, it was nice, wasn't it. DAMNATION.

Saturday morning was vile in Largs but once clear of the Cumbrae the passage back to Rothesay was not too bad.

I went across to Cumbrae on Saturday. Quite pleasant, if a little bouncy at times. Although the bay at Millport was nice and smooth there was far too much wind to row ashore from the visitor moorings so we went to Largs instead. Which would have been much nicer if there had been anywhere to eat - with Scott's unfinished, the Bosun's Locker closed and the sailing club running a private function it was a bit of a desert. Still, we got the laundry done.
 
So is wasn't all my fault last year:D

Hurrah!

We've been out of Scottish waters since April 15th....may be there is a lookie likie Sadler 32 and the weather gods have lost their glasses!

No, you can not escape this responsibility, major climatic changes such as the Snooks effect or global warming are established as not reversible, however the up side is that you are now immortal throughout Scotland since your name will be forever associated with the summers we are doomed to experience.
 
you guys have my admiration We are at the end of 9 weeks cruising the east coast of the USA one day of (some) rain - one day of (some ) strong wind all the rst some oif the best sailing days. Only seen one UK boat lots of Canadians and Americans ---- and I bet it is raining on the I O M
 
The entrance to our harbour is narrow and one cannot see a vessel leaving if you're
about to enter or vice versa - on two occasions I was hugging the starboard breakwater as I was entering and was almost run down by a fishing vessel speeding out of the harbour close to port, on both occasions I went hard to starboard, missing the breakwater by inches, and right round again to attempt to enter again. However they both had a good chance to see the top of my mast as they were leaving.
 
I have found the only 'rule' to apply with a fishing boat anywhere in sight is to regard them homicidal and keep clear, which I'd guess is their intention.

I agree with the general 'red to red, green to green if all looks OK' idea, I think a quick obvious helm movement to make ones' intentions clear is important.

I had a German warship make a fairly good attempt to run me down while motoring across the Channel, coming straight for us in a high speed turn then crash stop, trying hard to appear like a Klingon 'Bird of Prey' - and refuse to answer on the VHF - during a NATO exercise, then I noticed it's helo take off and drop green smoke floats close by... I twigged the ship was doing 'sprint and drift' underwater listening and turned on the depthsounder, which showed the sub' hiding under us.

I've always presumed some crafty sub' skipper had heard our diesel or prop' and hid under us ( our depthsounder read '60 fathoms, 60, 20, 20, 20, 60 in mid Channel ) which may be good fun in peace time to discuss in the Mess later but bad news for us if things had been serious.

With regard to motoring cones & signals, I once had a large mobo bounding towards us with a distinctive black ball showing, despite doing a good 20 knots +.

It turned out to be a satellite TV dish nailed on the side of the flying bridge...
 
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