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Thanks to all who contributed to WNS September.
Now, in the bizarre world of publishing, we're into October.So here (below) is the next thrilling installment.
But please read the notes first.
All the best
T
Now, in the bizarre world of publishing, we're into October.So here (below) is the next thrilling installment.
But please read the notes first.
All the best
T
- The idea is to offer a nautical puzzle, which experienced skippers will (hopefully) find interesting or entertaining, from which the less experienced may be able to learn something, and from which we can all pick up ideas.
- The WNS skipper is a fictional character. Any resemblance to a real individual is purely accidental, except that he occasionally makes mistakes, and he is not able to make time run backwards. So having got into a situation, he can't get out of it by wishing that he had done something different.
- WNS is not a competition to see who can match some hidden but predetermined solution. Of course I have an answer in mind (you wouldn't like it if I gave you an impossible situation, would you?) But mine may not be the best or only answer.
- If you think I've missed something or given confusing information please ask for clarification.
- Attributed extracts from selected posts will appear in the next issue of MBY.
Our hero is off on a week’s credit card cruising with a mate, on a 7-metre RIB. The plan is to visit all the main islands in the English Channel .
The boat is no longer new, but it’s robust and reliable, and reasonably well-equipped with a compass, log, and chart plotter, and a brand-new VHF, backed up by a hand-held GPS and a paper chart of the Western Channel. Both men are wearing drysuits and lifejackets, and and there's an epirb and a polybottle of flares on the A-frame.
The pair are now on the 100-mile leg from Ushant to the Scillies, in a brisk easterly wind that is is kicking up a lumpy sea that makes steering by compass difficult. Two hours out of Ushant, steering by the rolling road display on the plotter, they reach their half-way point, where they stop for a pee and a Mars Bar.
While using both hands to re-seal the zip on his drysuit, the owner stumbles and almost falls – wrenching the GPS antenna off the A-frame in the process. With no GPS input to the plotter, they do their best to steer a compass course for the Scillies. Two hours later, though, there is no sign of the Scillies – or, indeed, of anything else.
Taking stock of their situation, they find that the “back-up” GPS is useless, thanks to sea water in its battery compartment, and that the VHF – fitted only the previous day, after taking advantage of VAT-free Guernsey prices – has probably been responsible for a large but unknown compass error. They've got half a dozen litre bottles of water, a big box of biscuits and chocolate bars, and enough fuel for another 50-100 miles -- depending how fast they go.
What now, Skip?