Stemar
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If it blows like it's doing here, probably Crete - SotonMet had a gust of 61kt a couple of hours ago!Where do you end up?
But like dolabriform, no, I'm not jealous either
If it blows like it's doing here, probably Crete - SotonMet had a gust of 61kt a couple of hours ago!Where do you end up?
Yeah seen that coming. Changing planes in Barcelona now. Sun is sulking behind high level overcast and taking a peek now and then at Spain.Polar wind and rain arriving in Galicia Friday……..make your escape
Low temperature sailing is something I've happily dodged for some time. But Neptune has chosen to send a wet and cold spell to Southern Spain over the next few days, just after I get there. So taking foulies and thick socks, hat, yadda yadda is the theme of the day.
Had my fill of winter sailing in South UK and Scotland to earn a living. I prefer warm. And the 8c forecast Friday night ain't warm!Cold spell? Gib showing 16 to 17 degrees C daytime, and 10 or 11 at night.
UK winter sailing is dreaming of such temperatures, while actuals hover around 0 to 5. (Of course, you don't even get the character-forming benefit of genuinely freezing temperatures either if you have a heater aboard. )
Had my fill of winter sailing in South UK and Scotland to earn a living. I prefer warm. And the 8c forecast Friday night ain't warm!
Mind you I've sailed in sleet and snow before. But I was young.
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Mind you I've sailed in sleet and snow before. But I was young.
Your lucky……….Aye, me also, and not to mention the ice on deck, too!
It's part of whathas made me the man I am todayaged me.
Your lucky……….
There is something appealing about the idea of setting off with almost no-one else about and waking up with frost on the deck, but for me reality kicks in when I inadvertently touch a piece of stainless steel and immediately lose the use of my fingers. Twenty minutes below and a soak in hot water if I’m lucky, and I might be ready to try again, by which time the romance has gone. We had a few lovely trips out in the winter but they were so few that it didn’t make sense to keep the b oat in commission, but I’m pleased that some are out enjoying themselves, at least, so they say.I remember some years ago I had the bright idea to spend a few days over the New Year enjoying the quiet and empty River Deben on my small unheated boat.
For reasons best known to herself, my girlfriend chose not to join me on this particular 'holiday'.
Temperatures were about zero to 2 degrees. Of course, in such temperatures the inside of a small boat soon becomes horribly damp when occupied and gas stove used. It was grim! I could hardly sleep for shivering. Even the birdlife gave the appearance of feeling hard-done by.
With the benefit of hindsight, I can only hope there was a suitable pay-off in terms of the stiffening of my moral fibre.
There is something appealing about the idea of setting off with almost no-one else about and waking up with frost on the deck, but for me reality kicks in when I inadvertently touch a piece of stainless steel and immediately lose the use of my fingers. Twenty minutes below and a soak in hot water if I’m lucky, and I might be ready to try again, by which time the romance has gone. We had a few lovely trips out in the winter but they were so few that it didn’t make sense to keep the b oat in commission, but I’m pleased that some are out enjoying themselves, at least, so they say.