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Back in the days of hanked-on headsails I used to do foredeck on a Contessa 32. In the middle of Dover Strait once my sister-in-law was helping me with a sail change when she threw up into the jib we'd just taken down. We just shrugged and passed it back to the cockpit! Very wet boat but goes upwind like a witch. Enjoy.
 

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Back in the days of hanked-on headsails I used to do foredeck on a Contessa 32. In the middle of Dover Strait once my sister-in-law was helping me with a sail change when she threw up into the jib we'd just taken down. We just shrugged and passed it back to the cockpit! Very wet boat but goes upwind like a witch. Enjoy.
I can remember coming back from Ireland in my friends Saddler 32, we had had more than a skinfull in Dunmore East in what is now Powers Bar. There were 3 of us and the 3rd had left early leaving the skipper and myself to consume a plate of beef fat sandwiches (they must have run out of beef) and attempt to drink the pub dry. We arrived at the boat in the small hours to find that No 3 crew had retired to the forepeak and couldn't wouldn't be roused. Not having an inkling of the forecast we or the skipper decided we would leave now. Somehow we got the boat out of the harbour and I was elected to go and hank on the No1 jib. Within the hour it was obvious that we were considerably over canvassed and I was elected to foredeck duties with the instruction to change down to the No3 working jib and on my way back put in 2 reefs as I passed the mast.
I never realised I could vomit so much black stuff which the No 1 jib was doused in and the cabin top also.
Sometime late in the morning the No 3 crew appeared in a dressing gown complete with a sign post with a large lump of concrete on the end which he had uprooted on his way back to the boat and stowed in the forepeak which the skipper was non to happy about but not a scratch was found on the pristine varnish of the cabin and the signpost was jettisoned into the depths of the Irish Sea. We arrived in Aberaeron no worse for our adventure somewhat poorer in beer tokens as every voyage on that boat ended up with no sign of the black stuff either in the sail or the cabin top, all washed away.
 

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Steve, just wait 'till you get hungry and go and try get some food - Deep fried everything of course; chips, fish, the napkins all deep-fried.

(P.s - make sure you highlight just how grim it is up on the West Coast in every post. Can't be having you make out it's pleasant and encouraging others to come up and to share our anchorages now! )
 
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