solent clown
RIP
This morning we set out from Southampton, bright eyed and full of morning optimism we arrived outside the Jolly Roger, Gosport at 8am.
It was at this point my lack of forward planning revealed that the river taxi did not start work until 9am. Oops.
It eventually arrived around 9.30, and we loaded all our kit on board, a lot of "just in case" stuff for the first trip in an unknown boat, plus provisions, and of course a hip flask or two. At 10am, two hours later than planned we were finally ready to cast off. It was a windy day, and a tight spot to get out of, so I had the engine running. No sooner were we loose than I discovered the engine morse control was seized (it wasnt when checked last week!) drifting towards other boats brute force got the thing in gear, and we motored clear. Straight away we decided to change our original "mostly motor" plan and hoisted just the jib initially.
We were good to go, so with a cheery farewell to Gosport we were on our merry way, a tad late bit still ok.
Within a minute a police flubber had rounded up on us and forced us to a stop as the Navy's newest and stunning looking carrier was about to be moved and the channel was shut. An hour of pootling up and down, which did help us get a tad more familiar with the boat, and finally we managed to get out, dodge the ferry, and onwards, we were at last on our way.
The rest of the trip was less eventful, apart from the snow. As in another thread, yes bothered by it, very cold, but beautiful at times. The wife retreated to the cabin and I was left alone to marvel as I watched the snow approach in a dull grey fug , blanketing the horizon and giving rise to the fantasy of being offshore or sailing in to Valhalla. The sense of loneliness was enhanced by our splendid isolation, with only one other yacht daft enough to be out there with us it was an easy relaxed sail back, sometimes on motor, the gusts providing some exhilarating moments. Upon arrival in the Itchen we had to moor to the "hammerhead" inflate the flubber and row over to the marina.
Time and tide truly await no man.
It was at this point my lack of forward planning revealed that the river taxi did not start work until 9am. Oops.
It eventually arrived around 9.30, and we loaded all our kit on board, a lot of "just in case" stuff for the first trip in an unknown boat, plus provisions, and of course a hip flask or two. At 10am, two hours later than planned we were finally ready to cast off. It was a windy day, and a tight spot to get out of, so I had the engine running. No sooner were we loose than I discovered the engine morse control was seized (it wasnt when checked last week!) drifting towards other boats brute force got the thing in gear, and we motored clear. Straight away we decided to change our original "mostly motor" plan and hoisted just the jib initially.
We were good to go, so with a cheery farewell to Gosport we were on our merry way, a tad late bit still ok.
Within a minute a police flubber had rounded up on us and forced us to a stop as the Navy's newest and stunning looking carrier was about to be moved and the channel was shut. An hour of pootling up and down, which did help us get a tad more familiar with the boat, and finally we managed to get out, dodge the ferry, and onwards, we were at last on our way.
The rest of the trip was less eventful, apart from the snow. As in another thread, yes bothered by it, very cold, but beautiful at times. The wife retreated to the cabin and I was left alone to marvel as I watched the snow approach in a dull grey fug , blanketing the horizon and giving rise to the fantasy of being offshore or sailing in to Valhalla. The sense of loneliness was enhanced by our splendid isolation, with only one other yacht daft enough to be out there with us it was an easy relaxed sail back, sometimes on motor, the gusts providing some exhilarating moments. Upon arrival in the Itchen we had to moor to the "hammerhead" inflate the flubber and row over to the marina.
Time and tide truly await no man.
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