solent clown
RIP
Not wishing to disappoint you fine fellows and lovely ladies, I report back from today's clowning. We exist only to make you all feel infinitely better about your own sailing ability after all.
We set off from the marina, faces aglow in anticipation and headed downriver, the unfamiliar and welcome sunshine dashing the rippling river in dazzling silver blades, urging us on as we resolved to hoist the sails, and get out into the solent proper.
Our first problem came with getting the sail past the lazyjacks, we must have just been very lucky the first time, and we had a rough time trying to manhandle the sail and battens past the lazyjack lines until I lost patience and loosed them. That problem solved we were about to shut the engine down when there was a loud pop from down below.
Peering into the engine bay I had the familiar smell of a very hot engine, and the alarming sight of the exhaust hose shredded.
Some idiot had forgotten to turn the raw water cock on.
Fortunately it was the outer layer of the hose that had gone, I am guessing there was air in the canvas layer that expanded and blew. With the water on, the engine cooled itself rapidly with no leaks - at least from there...
It was then while inspecting the bilges I found a large amount of oil. My inital worry was something had given way due to overheating, but it proved to the THAT pesky oil pipe that many yanmars eat in the end, the one under the water pump. The old bits of water pump gasket and impeller packets in the tool box should have rung alarm bells I suppose, as for the THREE containers of oil which were in the engine compartment. Obviously the previous strategy had been to top up rather than repair.
Next was teaching Karen to use the winches. All went well when she listened, but one time she got all butch and decided to wrap the sheet around her hand and just try to pull it as she is used to, and ended up pulling her hand back to the winch without being able to let go properly. Bruises ensued, and lesson learned.
Each time she got in to a panic we went back and rehearsed in the marina before going back out to put it in to practice. Apologies to any of you out there who may have wondered what on earth we were up to going back and forth. but it was a good learning day.
Tonight I am doing a checklist sheet for prep to sail, and end of sail, that way we should avoid making stupid errors like leaving the seacock off.
Another learning experience, and great fun despite the hiccups. We found a few other things wrong too, so the "new" old boat shakedown continues
We set off from the marina, faces aglow in anticipation and headed downriver, the unfamiliar and welcome sunshine dashing the rippling river in dazzling silver blades, urging us on as we resolved to hoist the sails, and get out into the solent proper.
Our first problem came with getting the sail past the lazyjacks, we must have just been very lucky the first time, and we had a rough time trying to manhandle the sail and battens past the lazyjack lines until I lost patience and loosed them. That problem solved we were about to shut the engine down when there was a loud pop from down below.
Peering into the engine bay I had the familiar smell of a very hot engine, and the alarming sight of the exhaust hose shredded.
Some idiot had forgotten to turn the raw water cock on.
Fortunately it was the outer layer of the hose that had gone, I am guessing there was air in the canvas layer that expanded and blew. With the water on, the engine cooled itself rapidly with no leaks - at least from there...
It was then while inspecting the bilges I found a large amount of oil. My inital worry was something had given way due to overheating, but it proved to the THAT pesky oil pipe that many yanmars eat in the end, the one under the water pump. The old bits of water pump gasket and impeller packets in the tool box should have rung alarm bells I suppose, as for the THREE containers of oil which were in the engine compartment. Obviously the previous strategy had been to top up rather than repair.
Next was teaching Karen to use the winches. All went well when she listened, but one time she got all butch and decided to wrap the sheet around her hand and just try to pull it as she is used to, and ended up pulling her hand back to the winch without being able to let go properly. Bruises ensued, and lesson learned.
Each time she got in to a panic we went back and rehearsed in the marina before going back out to put it in to practice. Apologies to any of you out there who may have wondered what on earth we were up to going back and forth. but it was a good learning day.
Tonight I am doing a checklist sheet for prep to sail, and end of sail, that way we should avoid making stupid errors like leaving the seacock off.
Another learning experience, and great fun despite the hiccups. We found a few other things wrong too, so the "new" old boat shakedown continues