Times Past, our first weekend of letting go old boat and taking up new one

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From 2005, just found this while searching fo rsomething else...... me getting daft. No change there then.


Well, Friday saw the handover sail and trials for Full Circle, our new Jen SO35. The day was blowy and blustery, and had to be conducted with reefed main and genoa.
Went round in circles in the Crouch: Oi! Why are you going round in circles? Tryin' to teach Ray Marine how to steer the boat! Can't you let him do it in straight lines like normal people? Nah, the little fing on the dash says turn boat, even suggesting which way to turn.... So, gyro compass wound up and calibrated, we find that various lumps of electrickery are not talking to others, GPS to DSC Radio, Radarwhizzer/Chartwotsit to Wind/Log/Depth info. Depth sounder can't decide if its 10.5m deep or 21, so alternates between the two. Wind speed is 7kts, but 20 degrees of heel and a reef tell me something may be up with it. Oh yea, and wind direction is...... about 150 degrees wrong. Spin halyard fouls the roundy roundy sail thing up front. Oops. Can we put the second reef in? Nope, needs slight rigging adjustment , as it has an artistic twist to it. So third reef then? Well no, cos it ain't actually got any string attached. Is that top batten supposed to be an inch out the back of the big white bit? Oh, right, needs cutting down. That noisy thing is quiet though, and shoves us up toward the pub at over 8 knots.Coo.
Returning to the wooden sticky out bit in the puddle with sides on it, we plug in the 240v and fire up the boat as it is supposed to be, a tied up Motorhome without wheels. Here it is fabulous, and very fangled. Central Heating, dry the oilies in the heated wet wardrobe, get the Chicken Tikka Massala on the oven, break open the Chateau Voiliers 2005, and go and sign for the ship as having no visible defects. Fine evening followed, as we discover that the evenings empty entertainment vessels won't all fit in the pathetically inadequate pedal bin.
Fine Full English breakfast aboard on Saturday morning, and await new owner of old boat (Second Chance, our little Jouet 680). Idly standing near moneychangers temple (also known as the Harbourmasters Offfice) around 10am and glance at squiggly doodle of official looking document pinned in view of everyone. Are these people mad? Do they want to put people off sailing? It says F6 North Westerly, gusting F7/8. What twonk is going to set out in a 22 footer in that murky stuff? (answer later). They should whistle up some better weather than that for a Bank Hol weekend. After all, this boating lark ain't cheap.
New owner pitches up 1030am carrying hopeful can of petrol for propulsion purposes. Eyes him with new respect until he announces that it was hanging around at back of garage 'for ages'. This to be sole source releasing us from sticky situations when required. Advised against its use at the moment, and suggest he stores it for later use. Now, bearing in mind that this is F6 NW, and our intended track for the day is NWN, I next find intrepid new owner removing boom cover and eyeing sail underneath as proposed method of proceeding to new home for boat (West Wick). Suggest might be better using engine today. There follows wet, wind over tide (can't someone do something about that?) journey of hour and a half, then turn on indicators for right turn into Marina. It suddenly pipes up to 38-40kts over the deck with spume off the wavelets., and heels poor little Second Chance at 20 degrees with bare poles.. We turned down into the trots, wind up the chuff, and proceed at 5.5 kts on tickover towards impending doom in the shape of pontoon. Full reverse engaged, but hits pontoon at 2 knots. Still, it did stop us. No damage. Retired for well earned pint.
Return to Full Circle by car, and dropped new owner. Faffed about with 'stuff' on the boat, and then tucked into 2 botts of the red, with Sun Dried Tomato and Basil Meat Concoction avec Pasta. Delish. Thanks Lynn.
This morning saw the prep and consumption of another Full English Breakfast, the only noticeable diff being that I was Chef. Even did the washing up.
So, 1st Mate Chris (actually prob only mate Chris) turns up looking very Chay B like, so we prepped the floaty thing for a passage, and set off out the Crouch. More winding of Spin Halyards around furling gizmo, and then off with the wind aft of the beam. Chris told me to write that. Shows a bit of knowledge apparently. About F5 and a bit, one reef, and doing 6.5-8 knots ticking off the buoys as we went out. Tea and wads appear from the Galley area. About 2 hours passes and we have passed some well reefed stuff coming in, one with 3 reefs and a blade 4 looking thing. Well!! We looked behind them , and in front of us. Dark precipitation carrying nastiness lurked ahead, so we tacked round back on ourselves. Lesson: Sail the SO35 upright. Reef again, and down to No2 spot on front roller white bit. Boat handles nicely but gripes up into wind on gusty bits if you dont catch it in time. Not disgraced speed wise, as we hold onto other stuff going home.
Lynn helmed all the way in, and right up to catching the new home, a swinging mooring in the Crouch. Made regal pass at pontoon with Jolly Boat tied up, and awoke Launchman. Made off and caught the mooring first time, lovely Crouch slime and goo on the pristine white decks. while tying up the mooring tails.
Discover that the amazing amount of holes in the boat and the amount of electric storage devices means that it takes 4 times as long to put the boat to bed as previous simple 22 foot device. Also it is about an 18 foot drop over the rail to the launch now, as opposed to equal freeboard on the little one.
 
The first Girls Weekend, 2006, as written by Mrs FC, who I love dearly.


Goldfish09-10-06, 22:34
My first post. I know its long, but I have to get this off my chest.... /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif


Mad dash to get off work on time, for a change. Stuff a few Girls things into a bag for the weekend and off we go. On the way to Burnham Jim asks if I know where the rowlocks are for the tender, I’ve no idea, last saw them weeks ago floating around in the bottom of a bag, heart drops as I know launch will have stopped by the time we get to the pontoon and now we’ll have to retrieve tender from sea wall and drag it down the pontoon at one of the lowest tides of the year. Start to pray that the yard have not put the boat back on the mooring after as requested 2 days earlier after having a new starter motor fitted. Get to the yard and Jim goes off to get seagull out of storage to find its fallen over and has no fuel, now we have no means of propulsion great start to weekend! Get to top of seawall to see boat still on pontoon-there is a god after all.

Load boat and not long after Patrick arrives with enough food for a famine, (but forgets wash bag! shortly after Chris and Ann turn up with the second wave of famine relief. Fridge full of beer and wine and a strange mix of low fat, high fibre food (girls) and high cholesterol, fat and sugar foods (lads). Everywhere I turn there is food or bags or people and the boat seems very small and resembles a cross between Oddbins and a boat jumble. Ann and I decide that we will leave the men to it, and as soon as the boat leaves the mooring we go to bed!

Wake up totally disorientated, we are moored up alongside Magna Carta. Put clothes on and go up on deck to find yet more famine relief being loaded this time by Neil, everyone seems to be in a rush to get going so I look at a flannel and sort out essentials i.e. wine to transfer to Magna carter, Suddenly realize a sleeping bag would be a good idea, find one but its huge, a double but it will have to do, the thought crosses my mind that maybe I should leave it for Jim, he’ll need it if the lads eat all the food brought on board.

Lads sail off and women left on Magna Carta. Everyone dumps stuff below and on goes the kettle as Debs thinks it too early for wine. Karen takes control and asks each of us what we want to achieve in the next two days. Debs and I have been talking about this for some time but are still pretty vague and Anne and Helen having decided to join us later are too. In the end (possibly after 2nd cup of tea) we decide where we are going (good start) although someone does suggest parking the boat and going shopping/ pub, Karen’s having none of this so we decide go down river and up the Stour to have lunch at Wrabness, the idea being to have a go at picking up a boy, sorry buoy, and practicing mooring alongside on a nice long pontoon at Shotley marina.

So off we go motoring gently, we decide to put the main up and debate if we need a reef as we do have 12kn of wind coming from somewhere, Karen reassures us this is unnecessary, but some are nervous about going up onto the coachroof whilst the boat is moving (i.e. it’s not tied up). Up goes the main, after spending some time trying to work out what a grubby halyard on the mast is for. Debs says that Neil always fiddles around with it (the halyard) before putting the main up but she’s no idea what it’s for, after trying to trace where it go’s we give up as it does not seem to be essential to the task in hand (we later find out it’s for a burgee) and we start to feel we are sailing.
We each take a turn at the tiller and as we are going down wind, in a straight line in a well marked channel all is well and we start to relax a little. However we have to turn right at some point into the Stour or we’ll end up in Belgium. Some are worried about shallow bits so we consult a map, sorry chart, sure enough there are shallow bits, Karen patiently explains about tide heights and says there is plenty of water and we can safely cut some of the corner, some dubious looks and some worries that their partners do not do this even if it is high tide as the sand shifts in these areas, Karen cunningly suggests the locals suggest a depth they are happy with we decide on 4m. We creep towards shotley point all eyes on the depth and once around the corner everyone is happy again.
Once into the Stour we have the wind behind us (up the chough, as Jim says) so decide to put the Genoa up, this is serious stuff and we pick up speed to 5kn which was a bit more exciting than the drift previously down the Orwell at 2kn.

I thought we would goosewing, but Karen said this would make it more difficult to steer (helm) so we gybed down the river at a gentle pace to Wrabness, very different to the gybes I am used to. We approach the moorings with more than a little trepidation. Karen talks us through approaching the buoy and demonstrates manoeuvre, each of us has a bash. we tie up to the buoy and decide to have lunch. Small roll each and a large selection of home made cakes washed down with a little wine!

Set off after lunch and meander down stream to Shotley. Karen says we can have a bash at mooring on to a pontoon however the high-speed ferry is due so we head for the marina and wait to be let in the lock. Radio the marina and ask for an end pontoon suitable for beginners. Ist into the lock pull over to the port side and everyone is ready with mooring lines and fenders, Neil had told Karen that Magna Carta took some time to stop so being careful we end up a boat length from the gates and the lock keeper asks us to move forward, this is easier said than done and the boat starts to go where it shouldn’t, bowline is as far forward as it can go and we still need to be further forward of course a large crowd of tourists is now watching the fun and games and more boats are coming up behind us so we feel under some pressure. I suddenly remember reading an article on mooring from PBO which involved lassoing onto something, so I wind up a bit of warp cowboy style and fling it at a mooring point which much to my delight it caught on allowing us to pull the boat forward at last. Finally we get out of the lock and are told which pontoon to go to, but its not a pontoon it’s a finger berth with about a foot to spare on either side of the boat, can things get worse? Just as we are about to turn into the lane a ******** in a motor boat overtakes us on the inside despite someone giving hand signals, this spoils our approach and we are really worried we are going to hit our boat, other boats and / or the pontoon. However we get the boat in ok with some tugging of ropes and secure it.
Out comes the celebratory wine and Debs phones Neil to let him know Magna Carta is safe.
Karen then does a de-brief on what we have done that day and plans the next days events. This eventually ends up in a discussion about all of our fears’ of our skippers falling overboard. We all wish our loved ones would wear life jackets a little more often as we don’t want them falling overboard and being left in charge of the boat and trying to get back to them and then attempting to fish them back on board. Some of our partners are big chaps (to put it politely) and it’s a real concern. What’s more some of us are a bit on the cuddly side and we do not want to drown. Karen decided that we need to do ‘man-overboard’ and ‘hove to’ practice the next day, so that decided, we prepare for dinner.

The showers dribbled as is common in this type of facility but at least the water temperature was controllable for a change. Lovely meal in the pub at the marina and back to the boat and some very girly talk weddings,children,babies ect ect, and then to bed.

Woke up at 2am feeling sick as a dog decided to get off the boat asap as I didn’t want to disturb anyone or puke on the boat. By the time I’d got up to the toilet block I felt a bit better started to walk back to the boat and felt nauseous again this pattern continued until I finally threw up an hour and a half later.
If I’d have drunk a lot I could understand it but I had only had 2 glasses of wine and others had eaten the same as me so it must have been the coke that was off. Made it back to the pontoon and then went back yet again, it was dawn by the time I eventually got back to bed. Breakfast consisted of a cup of tea and a mixture of neurofen and sea sickness tablets as I was determined not to chuck up on the boat. Karen made omelette, which apparently tasted wonderful but I could not stomach the thought. An eventful night for all the wrong reasons, but the stars were pretty!

Next morning everyone was having a job getting going eventually after numerous cups of tea and much discussion we set off. Having got into this tight space we now had to get out of it and not surprisingly we were a little anxious, which probably accounted for our reluctance to leave. Got out on 2nd attempt with much pulling on springs and made our way to the waiting pontoon for the dreaded lock, tied up beautifully to the pontoon (of course no one was watching) and immediately had to untie as lock gates opened, into the lock and moored up with no problems although lock keeper appeared worried enough to send a chap out with a boat hook just in case.
 
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Off back to the Stour to have a go a heaving to and man-overboard.
Heaving to was quite impressive unfortunately I can’t remember what we did. Manover-board practiced by lobbing a bucket and life buoy over the edge, Karen demonstrated two ways of doing this the RYA method and another, unfortunately I also can’t remember which was which method or how to do them but we did retrieve the bucket. How retrieving a bucket equates to lugging a wet and semi conscious partner on board is debatable, Jim has rigged up a pulley system to run off the boom but I doubt I can remember how to set it up, but I suppose that’s why you should practice these things so they become second nature in an emergency.

After this we had to make our way back up the Orwell to meet up with the lads again. The river was very busy with a lot of boats who did not want to give way under any circumstances, let alone with regard to Col regs. Finally saw Full circle and the chaps and Jim had the video running no doubt hoping to catch something for ‘you’ve been framed’. We made off to find a buoy took 2 attempts to get it ( although no one noticed) and then Karen and I attempted to pull the buoy out of the river, eventually got the boat secured. Full Circle then rafted up alongside.

Jim said we should have put a rope through the buoy not bothering to pull it up. He also said they’d eaten all the food which I found difficult to believe.
Then everyone began transferring all their stuff back onto their respective boats and we all got aboard Full Circle to go into Levington for lunch and fuel. Got to the fuel pontoon to find a large sign saying NO FUEL so just moored up anyway after checking this was ok with the marina. Nice lunch in the Yacht club then back to our respective boats.

Motored back to Burnham as no wind a pleasant journey with a curious incident just off St Peters point a yacht was being escorted back by the police these two boats followed us back to Burnham, all very interesting. Finally got back very late and left boat on the pontoon.

Poor Karen what a brave lass! Four anxious women who have never sailed without our partners with very different levels of experience, all of us used to taking orders and not giving them (when on our boats) and having almost blind confidence in our partners abilities to keep us safe, upright and preferably dry (although since passing my day skipper practical, I’ve started asking a few irritating questions, like… do you think it’s a good idea to go out in a force 7? Jim has got round this by not replacing the wind speed indicator and not letting me on the Internet to check the weather before we go to the boat. I am now in possession of that fearsome thing ‘a little bit of knowledge’ and a preoccupation with orange bits)

As a group our fears could be summed up as-
Falling
Falling in
Partner falling in
Boat falling over and everyone falling in
Partner falling in, us making the boat fall over trying to get to drowning partner back into boat, everyone falling in.
Partner falls in, get partner back on boat successfully but boat falls in along with everybody else because we do not know what to do.

Tiller
I know my left from right but it’s the other way round.
Once it’s the other way round, I have a tendency to forget which way round left and right is.
If I’m going in a straight line this isn’t too much of a problem and no one can tell, but if I go round a corner i.e. tack or gybe I loose all sense of direction and I may fall in or the boat will fall in.

Shallow bits
Rivers are full of these resulting in an increased anxiety about falling in and a necessity to turn the boat and me not knowing which way round I am.

Ropes
What are they all for? Are all red ones the mainsheet? Why are they different colours on my boat? and why do our partners always fiddling with them?
If I pull the wrong one will we all end up falling in because we have accidentally turned the boat (we have all heard about broaches and Chinese gybes, mainly from partners bragging about how they survived them in a force 10)

Heeling
(boat leaning over at more than 5 degrees)
Don’t like this makes you feel like…. your falling in!

Wind
Where is it?
There’s always too little or too much for our liking,
Too little and we may drift into the shallow bits and fall in,
Too much and we may heel, tack, gybe, broach or fall in.

Other boats
Why don’t they keep to the left with a white line in the middle of the river?
Why do they leave it to the last minute to get out of the way when you have right of way?

Mooring
No hope for me on this
Why do you always mess it up when there’s an audience?

All in all a very enjoyable weekend in excellent company. Karen was an extremely patient instructor and a delight to sail with and hopefully she’ll be up for another girls weekend next year!
 
Thank you Jim.... really made me laugh (and brought back a few memories!)

We ought one day to document the boy's side of that story, including anchoring under kite, and 6 men in a 4 man dinghy after 6 pints!

Phoenix - previously known as Magna Carter
 
yes. plenty I hope. There wasn't much interest last year and it was just me, Laurin and Goldfish. Thing is, that there seems to be crazzeee shenanigans now that everyone can actually sail!

Hope we are better organised this year and hope for better weather.
 
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