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Catching up with the news below, could not help following Long John underpants thread on "What Do You Use A Boat For". A daft Question!! Anyway back to the plot.
Every year. Me and my mate Vernon go on a sort of mini cruise. He complains every time we get more than a few yards off land cos he cant see the scenery. So we visit every bloody rock in Cornwall or Devon. This year it was turn right out of Plymouth and head west. We were lucky cos the tides were round about lunch time onwards so we could look up every orifice. Set off with a hell of a wind blowing from the south west, but the sea was strangly calm. We ambled down to Looe and parked up in the harbour for an hour or two, watching all the little ferry boats, glass bottom boat and speed boat trips. A donkey and cart took my attention and thoughts of Dirty Harry. Then there was the accordian playing in the square. Lovely place is Looe, especialy when the tide is in. Then we anchored in the bay with roast beef butties. Wind still howling but we're protected by Looe Island so still very pleasant. Now my mate Vernon is not the most nautical sort of persons so little voices and mumblings from me about wind and would it not be nice to piss off out of here and get down to Fowey. Were met by. " Oh it's nice here, yer always in a rush, have another butty and beer". Ho well never mind. Vernon dont like rough sea. So off we eventualy go, heading for Fowey for the night. Gets past Looe Island, and then it hit us, right on the nose. We're up the fly bridge and it's far to rough to dare go down stairs. So course, the sea came over the top and we got piss wet through. Any way its only about 12 miles to Fowey and protected for the last few, so its no real sweat. At Fowey you get a pontoon which goes no where, in the middle of the river. Else a buoy. The HM brings you a newspaper in the morning and takes away the rubbish, a nice little touch. Then theres the water taxi to whisk you off to the King Of Persia pub. Or the fish and chip shop on the quay. Only a little place is Fowey but fifth biggest harbour in the country cos very deap water and they mine china clay near there. So always a ship coming and going. Big cruise ships come occasionally as well but there just a bloody nuisance cos fill up the landing pontoons with thier tenders and ban us lot from using them. Next day a visit to Charles town cos the tide was in so could go right in to the little harbour. Behind the lock they keep the big tall ships there for films. But all ships out. Bugger. Then off to Falmouth and council marina and Chain Locker pub. Did a daft trick of painting my self into a corner of the marina, so spent all night figgering out how to extracate my self out of it. Need not have worried. Tied a couple of extra fenders on the bow then did a beautifull double pirowett?? out of the marina. Young girl marina maid was most impressed, she said. I was just thankfull that the wind did not get a hold at the wrong time, whilst wizing round at full bore with just a few inches to spare. Wold have looked a right dick head. Then it's up to Mr Newmans Smugglers Inn. Or Talvern cottage. Uses different name dependant on time of month!! Tied up to his old trip boat now used as a sort of rickity pontoon. This time for a pastie and coffee. Interesting place is Mr Newmans. The Americans set off from there for the D Day landings and it's full of memerabilily?? Also you would not believe. They keep enormous ships up there in cold storage. Some of them very famous but I forget the names. Then cos the tide was still coming in we went wet dishcloth sailing further up the Fall to Truro. Theres nowt interesting there cos just arrive at Tescos roundabout. But the rivers nice and it's a bit of a chalenge. Then just for a change went to Falmouth proper marina. with a very nice club house. Next day discovered another little harbour on the way to Megavisy, but no water in so marked it down for another time. Tied up to the harbour wall in Megavisy. All the tripers come to admire the boat cos it's the only one there apart from the local fishy boats and things. I like to pretend I'm just passing by and listen to there daft conversations with knowlagable answers they pass to each other. Best fish and chip cafe with proper home sliced bread and butter, would you believe. A reight job. Then did my usual full bore blast out of harbour mouth, just to impress the tourists. Then felt a bit daft cos had to stop and go down stairs cos forgot which way I was going!! Zoomed across the bay and back to Plymouth in pouring rain. Had to switch the radar on cos all foggy. Then after an hour or too, realised that the windows had steamed up, so did not need radar!!
Back in Plymouth a day early to finaly get the fuel transfer pipe fitted. Not the easiest job cos nead loads of U bends round the exhaust pipe with no room for bung in end of pipe so stick finger over end till we can finaly get the tap on!! Then get night watchman to fill boat back up with juice for next trip. Only got 475 litres in so twenty five short of 500 litre price reduction. Bobbys got them all so frightened of there jobs that they cant add lib a bit and call it near enough, or get sacked. So had to go zoom round the harbour for a while then go back for the other twenty five litres, for the discount!! Theres method in the madness I suppose!! So now got posh transfer pipe with special extra, water and crap colecting pipe down to bilge.
Here endeth the report.
No one can force me to come here-----------
----- I'm a Volunteer!!!
Haydn
Every year. Me and my mate Vernon go on a sort of mini cruise. He complains every time we get more than a few yards off land cos he cant see the scenery. So we visit every bloody rock in Cornwall or Devon. This year it was turn right out of Plymouth and head west. We were lucky cos the tides were round about lunch time onwards so we could look up every orifice. Set off with a hell of a wind blowing from the south west, but the sea was strangly calm. We ambled down to Looe and parked up in the harbour for an hour or two, watching all the little ferry boats, glass bottom boat and speed boat trips. A donkey and cart took my attention and thoughts of Dirty Harry. Then there was the accordian playing in the square. Lovely place is Looe, especialy when the tide is in. Then we anchored in the bay with roast beef butties. Wind still howling but we're protected by Looe Island so still very pleasant. Now my mate Vernon is not the most nautical sort of persons so little voices and mumblings from me about wind and would it not be nice to piss off out of here and get down to Fowey. Were met by. " Oh it's nice here, yer always in a rush, have another butty and beer". Ho well never mind. Vernon dont like rough sea. So off we eventualy go, heading for Fowey for the night. Gets past Looe Island, and then it hit us, right on the nose. We're up the fly bridge and it's far to rough to dare go down stairs. So course, the sea came over the top and we got piss wet through. Any way its only about 12 miles to Fowey and protected for the last few, so its no real sweat. At Fowey you get a pontoon which goes no where, in the middle of the river. Else a buoy. The HM brings you a newspaper in the morning and takes away the rubbish, a nice little touch. Then theres the water taxi to whisk you off to the King Of Persia pub. Or the fish and chip shop on the quay. Only a little place is Fowey but fifth biggest harbour in the country cos very deap water and they mine china clay near there. So always a ship coming and going. Big cruise ships come occasionally as well but there just a bloody nuisance cos fill up the landing pontoons with thier tenders and ban us lot from using them. Next day a visit to Charles town cos the tide was in so could go right in to the little harbour. Behind the lock they keep the big tall ships there for films. But all ships out. Bugger. Then off to Falmouth and council marina and Chain Locker pub. Did a daft trick of painting my self into a corner of the marina, so spent all night figgering out how to extracate my self out of it. Need not have worried. Tied a couple of extra fenders on the bow then did a beautifull double pirowett?? out of the marina. Young girl marina maid was most impressed, she said. I was just thankfull that the wind did not get a hold at the wrong time, whilst wizing round at full bore with just a few inches to spare. Wold have looked a right dick head. Then it's up to Mr Newmans Smugglers Inn. Or Talvern cottage. Uses different name dependant on time of month!! Tied up to his old trip boat now used as a sort of rickity pontoon. This time for a pastie and coffee. Interesting place is Mr Newmans. The Americans set off from there for the D Day landings and it's full of memerabilily?? Also you would not believe. They keep enormous ships up there in cold storage. Some of them very famous but I forget the names. Then cos the tide was still coming in we went wet dishcloth sailing further up the Fall to Truro. Theres nowt interesting there cos just arrive at Tescos roundabout. But the rivers nice and it's a bit of a chalenge. Then just for a change went to Falmouth proper marina. with a very nice club house. Next day discovered another little harbour on the way to Megavisy, but no water in so marked it down for another time. Tied up to the harbour wall in Megavisy. All the tripers come to admire the boat cos it's the only one there apart from the local fishy boats and things. I like to pretend I'm just passing by and listen to there daft conversations with knowlagable answers they pass to each other. Best fish and chip cafe with proper home sliced bread and butter, would you believe. A reight job. Then did my usual full bore blast out of harbour mouth, just to impress the tourists. Then felt a bit daft cos had to stop and go down stairs cos forgot which way I was going!! Zoomed across the bay and back to Plymouth in pouring rain. Had to switch the radar on cos all foggy. Then after an hour or too, realised that the windows had steamed up, so did not need radar!!
Back in Plymouth a day early to finaly get the fuel transfer pipe fitted. Not the easiest job cos nead loads of U bends round the exhaust pipe with no room for bung in end of pipe so stick finger over end till we can finaly get the tap on!! Then get night watchman to fill boat back up with juice for next trip. Only got 475 litres in so twenty five short of 500 litre price reduction. Bobbys got them all so frightened of there jobs that they cant add lib a bit and call it near enough, or get sacked. So had to go zoom round the harbour for a while then go back for the other twenty five litres, for the discount!! Theres method in the madness I suppose!! So now got posh transfer pipe with special extra, water and crap colecting pipe down to bilge.
Here endeth the report.
No one can force me to come here-----------
----- I'm a Volunteer!!!
Haydn
