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GENERAL: A ridge of high pressure across the North Sea will drift east into Scandinavia through Friday. This will allow an Atlantic depression to push frontal troughs NE across the British Isles through Friday. The Atlantic depression is expected to remain slow moving through the weekend, with a trough lying E to W across central parts of the British Isles, leaving to a continuation of the unsettled conditions.

FRIDAY: Moderate to fresh locally strong SE winds will affect coasts around Scotland, Northern Ireland and Northern England. In the South SW winds are expected, moderate locally fresh in strength. Cloudy weather with spells of rain extending N across the northern half of the British Isles. Occasional showers to the S. Moderate or good visibility in the showery air, with moderate or good locally poor conditions in the rain.

SATURDAY: The SE flow will back E, generally becoming moderate to fresh and becoming restricted to waters around Northern Scotland through the course of Saturday. The SW airflow will extend N to affect waters around southern Scotland and Northern Ireland, generally moderate, locally fresh, in strength. The rain will become confined to Northern Scotland through the day, with a scattering of showers elsewhere, some on the heavy side. Moderate or good visibility in the showery air, with moderate or good locally poor conditions in the rain.

SUNDAY: The E winds are likely to persist around the far N of Scotland through Sunday, still moderate to fresh in strength. Elsewhere, the wind should remain mostly SW, moderate locally fresh in strength, but with a risk of some strong winds in places as showery troughs push E across the British Isles. Rain continuing across the far N of Scotland. Elsewhere, a mixture of clear or sunny spells and showers, these heavy at times. Moderate or good visibility in the showery air with moderate or good locally poor conditions in the rain.


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I think we get this anyway.
Are you just going for the 1000 posts then?

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Sorry, just trying to be helpful as some may not get it.

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Oh! I thought everybody got it /forums/images/icons/wink.gif Brendon got me into this, perhaps he can explain again how to get it, mine just appears and there is nothing easy there to refer it to others that I can see.

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go to <A target="_blank" HREF=http://www.weatherweb.net/sailing.htm>http://www.weatherweb.net/sailing.htm</A>

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Looks like I'm in for a lovely weekend on Ekofisk!! Still the lads are getting the boat painted in Spain.

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I'm also trialling this service for them at the moment. If they can get a sponsor, will become available to all. You choose the areas you are interested in (I've chosen south and west UK, and Met Office inshore forecasts, but the list is much bigger, including regions of Med) and it's e-mailed early every morning. What do people think?

Doesn't look so clear here as formating has gone to pot.
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"The forecast for the coasts of the Southern United Kingdom, issued by WCS
Marine Weather at 02:09 AM, Wednesday 14 May 2003."
Wind speeds are mean speeds.

The Solent.
Midday Wednesday: W "9 knots," "Force 3," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "12 knots," "Force 3," "1023 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: NW "5 knots," "Force 2," "1023 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: N "2 knots," "Force 1," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: SE "9 knots," "Force 3," "1009 millibars," Foggy.
Midday Saturday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1004 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: W "17 knots," "Force 4," "1009 millibars," No mist.

Southend to Eastbourne.
Midday Wednesday: W "17 knots," "Force 4," "1019 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "16 knots," "Force 4," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: W "7 knots," "Force 2," "1023 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: NW "7 knots," "Force 2," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: SE "7 knots," "Force 2," "1012 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: NW "17 knots," "Force 4," "1004 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: W "17 knots," "Force 4," "1011 millibars," No mist.

Selsey Bill to St Albans Head.
Midday Wednesday: NW "20 knots," "Force 5," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "16 knots," "Force 4," "1025 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: NW "12 knots," "Force 3," "1024 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: W "3 knots," "Force 1," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: S "21 knots," "Force 5," "1009 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: NW "21 knots," "Force 5," "1005 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: W "17 knots," "Force 4," "1011 millibars," No mist.

St Albans Head to Portland Bill.
Midday Wednesday: NW "17 knots," "Force 4," "1023 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "14 knots," "Force 4," "1025 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: NW "9 knots," "Force 3," "1024 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: SW "3 knots," "Force 1," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: S "16 knots," "Force 4," "1008 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: NW "21 knots," "Force 5," "1006 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: W "17 knots," "Force 4," "1010 millibars," No mist.

Portland Bill to Start Point
Midday Wednesday: NW "15 knots," "Force 4," "1024 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "12 knots," "Force 3," "1026 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: NW "6 knots," "Force 2," "1024 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "8 knots," "Force 3," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: SW "15 knots," "Force 4," "1007 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: NW "20 knots," "Force 5," "1006 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1010 millibars," Misty.

Start Point to The Lizard.
Midday Wednesday: NW "12 knots," "Force 3," "1024 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "12 knots," "Force 3," "1026 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: SW "6 knots," "Force 2," "1024 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "15 knots," "Force 4," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: W "15 knots," "Force 4," "1007 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: N "20 knots," "Force 5," "1006 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1009 millibars," Misty.




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"The forecast for the coasts of the Southern United Kingdom, issued by WCS
Marine Weather at 02:10 AM, Wed 14 May 2003."
Wind speeds are mean speeds. Forecasts are model predicted.

The Channel Islands.
Midday Wednesday: NW "13 knots," "Force 4," "1025 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: NW "14 knots," "Force 4," "1026 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: W "5 knots," "Force 2," "1025 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "7 knots," "Force 2," "1023 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: S "13 knots," "Force 4," "1009 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: NW "17 knots," "Force 4," "1008 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: NW "18 knots," "Force 4," "1011 millibars," Misty.

The Lizard to Hartland Point.
Midday Wednesday: NW "12 knots," "Force 3," "1025 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "7 knots," "Force 2," "1027 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: S "12 knots," "Force 3," "1023 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "17 knots," "Force 4," "1019 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: W "17 knots," "Force 4," "1007 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: N "21 knots," "Force 5," "1006 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: NW "17 knots," "Force 4," "1008 millibars," Misty.

The Bristol Channel.
Midday Wednesday: NW "14 knots," "Force 4," "1023 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "12 knots," "Force 3," "1025 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: S "7 knots," "Force 2," "1023 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "13 knots," "Force 4," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: S "3 knots," "Force 1," "1006 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: N "18 knots," "Force 4," "1004 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1007 millibars," Misty.

St Davids Head to Holyhead.
Midday Wednesday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "10 knots," "Force 3," "1024 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: S "9 knots," "Force 3," "1022 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "12 knots," "Force 3," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: SE "7 knots," "Force 2," "1006 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: N "13 knots," "Force 4," "1002 millibars," Misty.
Midday Sunday: NW "18 knots," "Force 4," "1005 millibars," Misty.

Holyhead to Morecambe Bay.
Midday Wednesday: NW "18 knots," "Force 4," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: W "16 knots," "Force 4," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: W "2 knots," "Force 1," "1022 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: S "6 knots," "Force 2," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: E "17 knots," "Force 4," "1009 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: N' "6 knots," "Force 2," "1000 millibars," Misty.
Midday Sunday: NW "18 knots," "Force 4," "1004 millibars," Misty.

Morecambe Bay to Mull of Kintrye.
Midday Wednesday: NW "21 knots," "Force 5," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: N' "3 knots," "Force 1," "1022 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: E "9 knots," "Force 3," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: E "20 knots," "Force 5," "1011 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: S "10 knots," "Force 3," "1002 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: W "16 knots," "Force 4," "1000 millibars," No mist.

Mull of Kintyre to Tiree.
Midday Wednesday: NW "21 knots," "Force 5," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Wednesday: NW "16 knots," "Force 4," "1022 millibars," No mist.
6am Thursday: N' "3 knots," "Force 1," "1022 millibars," No mist.
Midday Thursday: E "9 knots," "Force 3," "1020 millibars," No mist.
6pm Friday: E "20 knots," "Force 5," "1011 millibars," No mist.
Midday Saturday: S "10 knots," "Force 3," "1002 millibars," No mist.
Midday Sunday: W "16 knots," "Force 4," "1000 millibars," No mist.



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FPUK70 EGRR 132245

From the Met Office. Issued at 2330 GMT on Tuesday 13 May 2003.



To BBC Radio 4



Here is the weather forecast for the inshore waters of Great Britain

and Northern Ireland valid for the following 24 hours.



General Situation: A depression in the northern North Sea will

gradually track northeast across Norway through Wednesday. Meanwhile,

a ridge of high pressure will drift in from the Atlantic.



From Cape Wrath to Duncansby Head including Orkney.

Wind: northwest 6 or 7 decreasing 5 through the morning then

gradually easing 3.

frequent showers will gradually becoming isolated.

Visibility: good decreasing moderate at times in showers.



Shetland.

Wind: north 5 increasing 6 then gradually backing northwest and

decreasing 4.

occasional showers, heavy at times.

Visibility: good decreasing moderate at times in showers.



From Duncansby Head to Whitby.

Wind: northwest 5 to 7 gradually decreasing 2 or 3 locally 4.

showers in the north extending south, later becoming isolated.

Visibility: good decreasing moderate at times in showers.



From Whitby to North Foreland.

Wind: west 5 locally 6 veering northwest then gradually decreasing 2

and becoming variable.

isolated showers becoming more frequent for a time.

Visibility: good decreasing moderate at times in showers.



From North Foreland to St. Catherine's Point.

Wind: west to northwest 4 or 5 later decreasing 2 or 3.

scattered showers dying out later.

Visibility: good possibly decreasing moderate at times in showers.



From St. Catherine's Point to Lands End.

Wind: west to northwest 4 or 5 gradually decreasing 2 or 3, later

backing west to southwest.

isolated showers dying out.

Visibility: mostly good.



From Lands End to Colwyn Bay.

Wind: northwest 5 locally 6 gradually decreasing 2 or 3 locally 4 and

backing southwest.

isolated showers dying out.

Visibility: mostly good.



From Colwyn Bay to Mull of Kintyre including Lough Foyle to

Carlingford Lough.

Wind: northwest 5 to 7 gradually decreasing 2 or 3 and becoming

variable in direction.

scattered showers dying out.

Visibility: mostly good.



From Mull of Kintyre to Cape Wrath.

Wind: northwest 5 or 6 gradually decreasing 2 or 3, later becoming

variable in direction.

occasional showers dying out.

Visibility: generally good, but locally moderate at first in showers.




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Chapter 1 Loomings.

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.

Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?

But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?

Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.

But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting?—Water—there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.

Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever go to sea as a passenger. For to go as a passenger you must needs have a purse, and a purse is but a rag unless you have something in it. Besides, passengers get sea-sick—grow quarrelsome—don't sleep of nights—do not enjoy themselves much, as a general thing;—no, I never go as a passenger; nor, though I am something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a Captain, or a Cook. I abandon the glory and distinction of such offices to those who like them. For my part, I abominate all honourable respectable toils, trials, and tribulations of every kind whatsoever. It is quite as much as I can do to take care of myself, without taking care of ships, barques, brigs, schooners, and what not. And as for going as cook,—though I confess there is considerable glory in that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship-board—yet, somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls;—though once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will. It is out of the idolatrous dotings of the old Egyptians upon broiled ibis and roasted river horse, that you see the mummies of those creatures in their huge bake-houses the pyramids.

No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before the mast, plumb down into the forecastle, aloft there to the royal mast-head. True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow. And at first, this sort of thing is unpleasant enough. It touches one's sense of honour, particularly if you come of an old established family in the land, the Van Rensselaers, or Randolphs, or Hardicanutes. And more than all, if just previous to putting your hand into the tar-pot, you have been lording it as a country schoolmaster, making the tallest boys stand in awe of you. The transition is a keen one, I assure you, from a schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it. But even this wears off in time.

What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks? What does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the New Testament? Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance? Who ain't a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way—either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content.

Again, I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But BEING PAID,—what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!

Finally, I always go to sea as a sailor, because of the wholesome exercise and pure air of the fore-castle deck. For as in this world, head winds are far more prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on the forecastle. He thinks he breathes it first; but not so. In much the same way do the commonalty lead their leaders in many other things, at the same time that the leaders little suspect it. But wherefore it was that after having repeatedly smelt the sea as a merchant sailor, I should now take it into my head to go on a whaling voyage; this the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me in some unaccountable way—he can better answer than any one else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a long time ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:

"GRAND CONTESTED ELECTION FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES. "WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL. "BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."

Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces—though I cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment.

Chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with it—would they let me—since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one lodges in.

By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two there floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air.



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I think that whalers overloaded.....

need to remove some stuff.. or go on a diet.

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Oi! what about the balloons? I wasted a condom on you trying to be helpful/forums/images/icons/wink.gif

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Uncle Matts
Will you be giving us some of these to help us sleep on Sailbads prenuptial bash?
I do hope so
Yours Aye
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