I had finished tidying up some loose wiring on my Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ when the sky started to clear and the sun came out. Coaxing the outboard to start and slipping the lines didn’t take long and we were off, sailing the Holy Loch in a nice force two. This sort of sailing is something I love and soon I was deep in a trance, mesmerized by the chuckle of wavelets on the hull and the flicker of sun on water. After a while I noticed how long it was taking reaching the Clyde and the Strone point buoy. I was sailing very badly! On my other boat, a twenty-eight foot Twister class, the genoa has tell-tales. On ‘Trivial Pursuit’ we have none. I was reading the waves (wavelets really) made by the now force three into which we were sailing. This should have been sufficient yet I was making a mess of it. I have sailed since 1973, owned eight boats and done thousands of sea miles and I was making a monumental spheroid of sailing a twenty-one foot junk-rig boat up the loch in a flat sea! Check the rig: Sail fully hoisted and sheeted just outboard of the rail. Yard-hauling-parrel pulled in, Luff-hauling-parrel pulled in, all as they should be. My boat was trying to tell me something? While I fiddled with ropes and gazed aloft to spy any anomalies I had of course let go the tiller. Do that on a conventionally rigged boat and she will gently turn to windward and stop, sails flapping. Not ‘Trivial Pursuit’. We were still under way, not stopped or going in the wrong direction. In fact she was making her way upwind better on her own than with me pulling rank and steering. This was fascinating and worth study. She hunted the wind a little, bearing away a fraction, then luffing slightly but not losing speed and obviously much closer to the wind than I had steered. She ignored the waves and hunted the wind. A master class in how to do it! Drat, I had taken the kettle to the other boat so could not make tea while my little Corribee got on with it. (memo to self: Don’t fall overboard, she will not stop for you!)
Friday 30 October 2015
Master Class
Master Class
I had finished tidying up some loose wiring on my Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ when the sky started to clear and the sun came out. Coaxing the outboard to start and slipping the lines didn’t take long and we were off, sailing the Holy Loch in a nice force two. This sort of sailing is something I love and soon I was deep in a trance, mesmerized by the chuckle of wavelets on the hull and the flicker of sun on water. After a while I noticed how long it was taking reaching the Clyde and the Strone point buoy. I was sailing very badly! On my other boat, a twenty-eight foot Twister class, the genoa has tell-tales. On ‘Trivial Pursuit’ we have none. I was reading the waves (wavelets really) made by the now force three into which we were sailing. This should have been sufficient yet I was making a mess of it. I have sailed since 1973, owned eight boats and done thousands of sea miles and I was making a monumental spheroid of sailing a twenty-one foot junk-rig boat up the loch in a flat sea! Check the rig: Sail fully hoisted and sheeted just outboard of the rail. Yard-hauling-parrel pulled in, Luff-hauling-parrel pulled in, all as they should be. My boat was trying to tell me something? While I fiddled with ropes and gazed aloft to spy any anomalies I had of course let go the tiller. Do that on a conventionally rigged boat and she will gently turn to windward and stop, sails flapping. Not ‘Trivial Pursuit’. We were still under way, not stopped or going in the wrong direction. In fact she was making her way upwind better on her own than with me pulling rank and steering. This was fascinating and worth study. She hunted the wind a little, bearing away a fraction, then luffing slightly but not losing speed and obviously much closer to the wind than I had steered. She ignored the waves and hunted the wind. A master class in how to do it! Drat, I had taken the kettle to the other boat so could not make tea while my little Corribee got on with it. (memo to self: Don’t fall overboard, she will not stop for you!)
I had finished tidying up some loose wiring on my Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ when the sky started to clear and the sun came out. Coaxing the outboard to start and slipping the lines didn’t take long and we were off, sailing the Holy Loch in a nice force two. This sort of sailing is something I love and soon I was deep in a trance, mesmerized by the chuckle of wavelets on the hull and the flicker of sun on water. After a while I noticed how long it was taking reaching the Clyde and the Strone point buoy. I was sailing very badly! On my other boat, a twenty-eight foot Twister class, the genoa has tell-tales. On ‘Trivial Pursuit’ we have none. I was reading the waves (wavelets really) made by the now force three into which we were sailing. This should have been sufficient yet I was making a mess of it. I have sailed since 1973, owned eight boats and done thousands of sea miles and I was making a monumental spheroid of sailing a twenty-one foot junk-rig boat up the loch in a flat sea! Check the rig: Sail fully hoisted and sheeted just outboard of the rail. Yard-hauling-parrel pulled in, Luff-hauling-parrel pulled in, all as they should be. My boat was trying to tell me something? While I fiddled with ropes and gazed aloft to spy any anomalies I had of course let go the tiller. Do that on a conventionally rigged boat and she will gently turn to windward and stop, sails flapping. Not ‘Trivial Pursuit’. We were still under way, not stopped or going in the wrong direction. In fact she was making her way upwind better on her own than with me pulling rank and steering. This was fascinating and worth study. She hunted the wind a little, bearing away a fraction, then luffing slightly but not losing speed and obviously much closer to the wind than I had steered. She ignored the waves and hunted the wind. A master class in how to do it! Drat, I had taken the kettle to the other boat so could not make tea while my little Corribee got on with it. (memo to self: Don’t fall overboard, she will not stop for you!)
Saturday 17 October 2015
Mist and Sun
Mist and sun
Today is the 17th of October. A day of mist and sun but little wind. It takes only a moment to ready my little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’, slip the lines and we are off. An irregular strip of mist clings to the woods crowning the steep hills of the loch’s north bank. The houses lining the road at their foot glow in the autumn sun. The sky with it’s miserly dotting of puffball clouds is a deep intense blue. I’m freezing! Even a full offshore sailing kit with hat and gloves, plus a serious beard, cannot block the wind chill. But we don’t care! My little boat and me are having a great old time. I ease my bulk to the lea inducing extra heel and the force-two chuckles us along. It is the sort of day where one breaths slowly, savouring the air like chilled summer wine. The land sounds are faint like friendly insects. We are alone on the water. The sea and sky and the wind belong to us.
Today is the 17th of October. A day of mist and sun but little wind. It takes only a moment to ready my little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’, slip the lines and we are off. An irregular strip of mist clings to the woods crowning the steep hills of the loch’s north bank. The houses lining the road at their foot glow in the autumn sun. The sky with it’s miserly dotting of puffball clouds is a deep intense blue. I’m freezing! Even a full offshore sailing kit with hat and gloves, plus a serious beard, cannot block the wind chill. But we don’t care! My little boat and me are having a great old time. I ease my bulk to the lea inducing extra heel and the force-two chuckles us along. It is the sort of day where one breaths slowly, savouring the air like chilled summer wine. The land sounds are faint like friendly insects. We are alone on the water. The sea and sky and the wind belong to us.
Tuesday 6 October 2015
Things to remember
Things to remember
When getting my little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ ready to set off for another ‘interesting’ adventure I have to check many things including the outboard motor which today refused to start. I have rejected my first idea that the problem was caused by strait-forward jealousy on the part of the motor because I had arrived this afternoon with a pair of eight foot oars and an intention to test their effectiveness? Anyhow, the dratted thing would not listen to my sweet words. About Oars: Years ago my Spanish friend and crew objected to the word Oars and said we should call them Rows as we rowed with them. (We didn’t oar with them did we?) After a reasonably long interval of heaving on the starting cord, fiddling with the choke, fuel and throttle, I gave up and went looking for a mechanic. (we are blessed at Holy Loch, not only do we have good mechanics they are quite often around when you need them!) It is always a pleasure watching a man who knows what he is doing and soon the culprit was located. There is a thing called a ’Kill cord’ which, when attached to you, will pull out and stop the motor if you fall overboard. It has a distorted ’Y’ shape on one end and a metal clip on the other. Connecting them is a red twisted cord, a bit like those long ones we had on phones before Mobiles were invented. The trouble with some Kill Cords is that they are too short so most people just clip them to a handy stanchion like me! Now there are two ‘Y’ things on my Kill Cord. The correct size and a larger one that’s loose enough to kill the motor without falling off. Guess which one I was using?
When getting my little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ ready to set off for another ‘interesting’ adventure I have to check many things including the outboard motor which today refused to start. I have rejected my first idea that the problem was caused by strait-forward jealousy on the part of the motor because I had arrived this afternoon with a pair of eight foot oars and an intention to test their effectiveness? Anyhow, the dratted thing would not listen to my sweet words. About Oars: Years ago my Spanish friend and crew objected to the word Oars and said we should call them Rows as we rowed with them. (We didn’t oar with them did we?) After a reasonably long interval of heaving on the starting cord, fiddling with the choke, fuel and throttle, I gave up and went looking for a mechanic. (we are blessed at Holy Loch, not only do we have good mechanics they are quite often around when you need them!) It is always a pleasure watching a man who knows what he is doing and soon the culprit was located. There is a thing called a ’Kill cord’ which, when attached to you, will pull out and stop the motor if you fall overboard. It has a distorted ’Y’ shape on one end and a metal clip on the other. Connecting them is a red twisted cord, a bit like those long ones we had on phones before Mobiles were invented. The trouble with some Kill Cords is that they are too short so most people just clip them to a handy stanchion like me! Now there are two ‘Y’ things on my Kill Cord. The correct size and a larger one that’s loose enough to kill the motor without falling off. Guess which one I was using?
Sunday 20 September 2015
Cover Up
Cover up
My little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ needs a sail cover. The ultra-violet element of sunlight has a bad effect on synthetic sail-cloth and I have already patched her sail rather too much. (the gorgeous terracotta sail has a rash of bright red zits!) Some of the trouble is caused by battens chafing when the sail is reefed or dropped to form the romantically named ‘Bundle’, hence the sail cover thingy!
Now when I purchased TP back in early August the previous owner told me there was a cover but it was too small. I tried it and it seemed he was correct. So after a couple of all-in wrestling matches (which I lost) I stuck the uncooperative thing back in the stern locker.
Today the high pressure is fading, as is the memory of sun-glimmer on tranquil waters and rich blue skies and so I had a one-last-go at fitting the cover.
One thing the Junk Rig teaches me is that you must do things in the correct order. OK it’s easy to reef, hoist and trim, but forming a neat Bundle that is an art. Now at last I think I’ve got it!
Buoyed up with hope and copious amounts of string (an essential on a JR boat) I hauled the ‘Thing’ out of its den.
What I had deduced was that it wasn’t too small at all, it was the bundle which needed to swing back and line up the mast with the appropriate opening in the sail cover. (by now perceptive readers will have figured out that I’m stupid!) Only a quarter of an hour later, pushing and pulling, with the application of string and very little blood (blood doesn’t show on a terracotta sail!) and the job was done. Then it started to rain.
My little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ needs a sail cover. The ultra-violet element of sunlight has a bad effect on synthetic sail-cloth and I have already patched her sail rather too much. (the gorgeous terracotta sail has a rash of bright red zits!) Some of the trouble is caused by battens chafing when the sail is reefed or dropped to form the romantically named ‘Bundle’, hence the sail cover thingy!
Now when I purchased TP back in early August the previous owner told me there was a cover but it was too small. I tried it and it seemed he was correct. So after a couple of all-in wrestling matches (which I lost) I stuck the uncooperative thing back in the stern locker.
Today the high pressure is fading, as is the memory of sun-glimmer on tranquil waters and rich blue skies and so I had a one-last-go at fitting the cover.
One thing the Junk Rig teaches me is that you must do things in the correct order. OK it’s easy to reef, hoist and trim, but forming a neat Bundle that is an art. Now at last I think I’ve got it!
Buoyed up with hope and copious amounts of string (an essential on a JR boat) I hauled the ‘Thing’ out of its den.
What I had deduced was that it wasn’t too small at all, it was the bundle which needed to swing back and line up the mast with the appropriate opening in the sail cover. (by now perceptive readers will have figured out that I’m stupid!) Only a quarter of an hour later, pushing and pulling, with the application of string and very little blood (blood doesn’t show on a terracotta sail!) and the job was done. Then it started to rain.
Wednesday 16 September 2015
Going to Windward
Windward dreams
Today I determined to find out how well my Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ sails to windward. It is the conventional wisdom that “Junks cannot sail to windward” I have done a lot of sea miles since 1973, both coastal and offshore, using the ubiquitous white triangular sails that these days are regarded as normal. My three Trimarans tacked in 90 degrees (ok one of them was nearer 100?) but that never stopped me getting to exotic destinations! My monohulls were a lot better, (well not the Gaff Cutter) but unfortunately I never made a careful note of exactly how much better. So today we did take notes. It was a fine bright day with blue sky and cumulous clouds and the waters of the Holy Loch were stippled with a F2 fading at times to a F1. I wrote down the compass heading as soon as the boat had settled down on each new tack.
Here are the results.
70 then 150 degrees 90 then 160 degrees 80 then 170 degrees 75 then 145 degrees 70 then 150 degrees. Wow! I’m itching to try in stronger winds as I think she will not be as close winded, though I have sailed in a F3 with about the same results. (didn’t write them down, Drat!)
Well that proves it, Junks are such rubbish to windward!
Today I determined to find out how well my Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ sails to windward. It is the conventional wisdom that “Junks cannot sail to windward” I have done a lot of sea miles since 1973, both coastal and offshore, using the ubiquitous white triangular sails that these days are regarded as normal. My three Trimarans tacked in 90 degrees (ok one of them was nearer 100?) but that never stopped me getting to exotic destinations! My monohulls were a lot better, (well not the Gaff Cutter) but unfortunately I never made a careful note of exactly how much better. So today we did take notes. It was a fine bright day with blue sky and cumulous clouds and the waters of the Holy Loch were stippled with a F2 fading at times to a F1. I wrote down the compass heading as soon as the boat had settled down on each new tack.
Here are the results.
70 then 150 degrees 90 then 160 degrees 80 then 170 degrees 75 then 145 degrees 70 then 150 degrees. Wow! I’m itching to try in stronger winds as I think she will not be as close winded, though I have sailed in a F3 with about the same results. (didn’t write them down, Drat!)
Well that proves it, Junks are such rubbish to windward!
Saturday 12 September 2015
Gentle Rain
Gentle Rain and Sea trials
Keeping the water, on which we are floating, out of the little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ is not a problem. Rain is another matter!
On the positive side the previous owner removed the sink, drain and filled the other two holes in the hull which were for the ‘Heads’. (boaty talk for Loo)
This leaves the cockpit drains and their seacocks. Problem: when it rains the cockpit fills with water which refuses to go down the drains. (except ashore, when they work fine!) Removing the bottom step allows me to lay on my side with my head jammed under the top step and my feet elevated on the forward berth. In this position I can unscrew the clips and remove the hose. (remembering to shut the sea
cocks off first!) Theory #1 the hoses are too long and loop causing air bubbles to be trapped and so stopping the drains from working.
Half a day spent in ‘the position’ cutting and refitting hoses and getting very wet from leaks (memo, shut seacocks first!) proves theory #1 incorrect. After sea trials (boaty talk for having fun) I tip buckets of water into the cockpit but it does not drain. Theory #2 we need right-angle drain fittings. Assume the ‘position’ get wet etc, all to no avail!! Theory #3 We need MUCH bigger drains!!!!!!
Tomorrow they say, there is wind and no rain. I’m going sailing!
Keeping the water, on which we are floating, out of the little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ is not a problem. Rain is another matter!
On the positive side the previous owner removed the sink, drain and filled the other two holes in the hull which were for the ‘Heads’. (boaty talk for Loo)
This leaves the cockpit drains and their seacocks. Problem: when it rains the cockpit fills with water which refuses to go down the drains. (except ashore, when they work fine!) Removing the bottom step allows me to lay on my side with my head jammed under the top step and my feet elevated on the forward berth. In this position I can unscrew the clips and remove the hose. (remembering to shut the sea
Half a day spent in ‘the position’ cutting and refitting hoses and getting very wet from leaks (memo, shut seacocks first!) proves theory #1 incorrect. After sea trials (boaty talk for having fun) I tip buckets of water into the cockpit but it does not drain. Theory #2 we need right-angle drain fittings. Assume the ‘position’ get wet etc, all to no avail!! Theory #3 We need MUCH bigger drains!!!!!!
Tomorrow they say, there is wind and no rain. I’m going sailing!
Thursday 3 September 2015
Glue in my Beard
There is glue in my beard.
There is glue in my beard, in my hair and over the front of my shirt. Working on boats can be hazardous. The inside of ‘Trivial Pursuit’ is neat and clean, lined on the sides and the roof with an insulating material. Fixing a drooping area of the foam-backed lining, on the underside of the main hatch, was going to be a straight forward ’no problem’ job. Obviously I needed an impact adhesive, something I have used for 50 years. So I went to a local Aladdin’s cave of a place where one can get absolutely everything and got some. There is a scene in the Sci-Fi film Alien where the acid drool eats its way through the deck. Well it was almost as scary as that! As long as I can remember impact adhesive has been thick and inclined to sit looking at you, challenging you to spread it. Not this lot. I reached up, pulled down the offending droopy bit from above my head and applied a generous amount of adhesive. It did not sit, it ran like monster drool, the long threads marching inexorably toward me. I could not retreat, jammed against a bulkhead with four foot of sitting headroom, I was helpless. Three days later I’m still finding glue on bits of me, but never mind, she sails like a dream!
There is glue in my beard, in my hair and over the front of my shirt. Working on boats can be hazardous. The inside of ‘Trivial Pursuit’ is neat and clean, lined on the sides and the roof with an insulating material. Fixing a drooping area of the foam-backed lining, on the underside of the main hatch, was going to be a straight forward ’no problem’ job. Obviously I needed an impact adhesive, something I have used for 50 years. So I went to a local Aladdin’s cave of a place where one can get absolutely everything and got some. There is a scene in the Sci-Fi film Alien where the acid drool eats its way through the deck. Well it was almost as scary as that! As long as I can remember impact adhesive has been thick and inclined to sit looking at you, challenging you to spread it. Not this lot. I reached up, pulled down the offending droopy bit from above my head and applied a generous amount of adhesive. It did not sit, it ran like monster drool, the long threads marching inexorably toward me. I could not retreat, jammed against a bulkhead with four foot of sitting headroom, I was helpless. Three days later I’m still finding glue on bits of me, but never mind, she sails like a dream!
Tuesday 1 September 2015
Getting her wet
Getting her wet
Sailing my little Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ (I still don’t like the name!) is a delight. OK it was only a F1 on that first sail and not more than a F3 today. But the joy! The little boat with its terracotta sail catching every zephyr, lifted to windward, the helm light as a feather. Where comes this Junk rigs cannot go to windward rubbish?
Mind, I needed this! The day before had started in the gloom of the shed, then all of a rush, hauled out with a professional flourish. Mast up, boat in the water, sail aboard and up to you Mike! Then hours of torment. How can all those ’worm ropes’ I arranged so carefully just a week ago get in such a tangle? Slowly I established some order. The sail was hoisted and looking good. To hell with it! Start the outboard and cast off. Then an hour of gentle water-chuckling perfection. Oh yes, I like the Junk Rig.
Sunday 23 August 2015
Worm Ropes
Worm ropes
When the children were young and we were sailing to the Mediterranean on a small Trimaran, they called the genoa sheets ‘worm ropes’ as the dratted things tangled as soon as your eye was off them.
My Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ has a lot of worm ropes!
Today, Sunday August 23rd is very warm, something to do with a Spanish plume? Anyhow pulling the Junk sail out of its bag was irresistible and I need to lose a few pound weight. Fortunately I have a wonderful set of instruction, handed down from owner to owner (thanks Chris) without which sorting out the string would be a nightmare. Now I’m home, clad in a tatty pair of shorts (Spanish plume!!) secure in the knowledge that I know what it all does and the ropes are (mostly) in the right place for raising the mast. To quote the instructions ‘the mast is dressed’.
When the children were young and we were sailing to the Mediterranean on a small Trimaran, they called the genoa sheets ‘worm ropes’ as the dratted things tangled as soon as your eye was off them.
My Corribee ‘Trivial Pursuit’ has a lot of worm ropes!
Today, Sunday August 23rd is very warm, something to do with a Spanish plume? Anyhow pulling the Junk sail out of its bag was irresistible and I need to lose a few pound weight. Fortunately I have a wonderful set of instruction, handed down from owner to owner (thanks Chris) without which sorting out the string would be a nightmare. Now I’m home, clad in a tatty pair of shorts (Spanish plume!!) secure in the knowledge that I know what it all does and the ropes are (mostly) in the right place for raising the mast. To quote the instructions ‘the mast is dressed’.
Saturday 22 August 2015
Bouncing Baby
I am delivered a bouncing baby Corribee, now safe at its new home, drying in the Shed. Yippee!
It turned out that all I had to do was locate a professional boat deliverer.
Of course I had to be there and neurotically check everything, but that was just for me.
The most fun bit was taking the lead in my van; lights on full, hazards flashing, up the very long single track road (with miniature passing places) to freedom. (no, I shall not call it a birth canal) While of course I enjoyed imperiously ordering on-coming vehicles to pull over. (except the one that made me back into a ditch)
The least fun bit was following my boat on its trailer at forty to fifty miles per hour and watching my new baby bouncing for seventy miles. (it was the trailer suspension bouncing not the boat) I’m at home now, drinking red-bush tea and smiling.
I am delivered a bouncing baby Corribee, now safe at its new home, drying in the Shed. Yippee!
It turned out that all I had to do was locate a professional boat deliverer.
Of course I had to be there and neurotically check everything, but that was just for me.
The most fun bit was taking the lead in my van; lights on full, hazards flashing, up the very long single track road (with miniature passing places) to freedom. (no, I shall not call it a birth canal) While of course I enjoyed imperiously ordering on-coming vehicles to pull over. (except the one that made me back into a ditch)
The least fun bit was following my boat on its trailer at forty to fifty miles per hour and watching my new baby bouncing for seventy miles. (it was the trailer suspension bouncing not the boat) I’m at home now, drinking red-bush tea and smiling.
Thursday 13 August 2015
A little knowledge?
Today my Corribee was not delivered.
It is rumoured that in a land far-far-away there lives a band of happy people who know what they are doing? One day I may get to go there, but not today.
We had it all arranged. The boat yard, where my Corribee is sitting on its trailer, was expecting collection. The crew with the car know where the boat yard is and had a picture of the boat. They set off at nine AM and two hours later I had a phone call. “The lever on the hitch is locked. We cannot get the cup on the ball” I am some 80 miles away and so remain calm.
“That doesn’t make sense the yard towed the boat ashore last week on that trailer”
“Well it will not open enough to fit” (This goes on for some time)
I get the yard manager to go check, but by now the tow has departed, without my boat.
He says there is no problem, the lever moves as it should, nothing is locked!
I phone the tow, their phone is on ‘answer’ for the next several hours.
When at last contact is resumed I explain that it is not possible for both statements to be correct. (kit locked, kit not locked)
Problem, I have to drive 200 miles tomorrow and shall not be back for a week.
(Mr Google has been consulted)
Today my Corribee was not delivered.
It is rumoured that in a land far-far-away there lives a band of happy people who know what they are doing? One day I may get to go there, but not today.
We had it all arranged. The boat yard, where my Corribee is sitting on its trailer, was expecting collection. The crew with the car know where the boat yard is and had a picture of the boat. They set off at nine AM and two hours later I had a phone call. “The lever on the hitch is locked. We cannot get the cup on the ball” I am some 80 miles away and so remain calm.
“That doesn’t make sense the yard towed the boat ashore last week on that trailer”
“Well it will not open enough to fit” (This goes on for some time)
I get the yard manager to go check, but by now the tow has departed, without my boat.
He says there is no problem, the lever moves as it should, nothing is locked!
I phone the tow, their phone is on ‘answer’ for the next several hours.
When at last contact is resumed I explain that it is not possible for both statements to be correct. (kit locked, kit not locked)
Problem, I have to drive 200 miles tomorrow and shall not be back for a week.
(Mr Google has been consulted)
Saturday 8 August 2015
Boat Bondage?
Today is Saturday and things are getting exciting. First we had to drive 80 miles to another boatyard, no distance at all for Scotland. Letitia and I did some last checks and made sure that ‘TP’ is lashed down to her trailer with a multitude of straps and ropes. I jacked up the trailer to test the wheel bearings and they sounded fine. Actually there was no sound from them at all (a good thing!) but for the intermittent scrape of the brakes. (not a bad thing!) Now I have to wait until Thursday next for her to be towed to our local marina at the Holy Loch. The suspense, the suspense!
Today is Saturday and things are getting exciting. First we had to drive 80 miles to another boatyard, no distance at all for Scotland. Letitia and I did some last checks and made sure that ‘TP’ is lashed down to her trailer with a multitude of straps and ropes. I jacked up the trailer to test the wheel bearings and they sounded fine. Actually there was no sound from them at all (a good thing!) but for the intermittent scrape of the brakes. (not a bad thing!) Now I have to wait until Thursday next for her to be towed to our local marina at the Holy Loch. The suspense, the suspense!
Wednesday 5 August 2015
Back in '73 when I had my first Trimaran I corrisponded with Tom Colvin, of Junk Rig fame. I sailed that Trimaran from Cornwall to the Med under conventional bermudan rig. The next year and in the following years untill 2015 and seven boats later I stiil sailed mostly under Bermudan rig.
But now? I have my first Junk Rigged boat! A case of Old Dogs and new tricks?
This blog is about the joy of new things. Some 40 years late but never mind.
'Trivial Pursuit' a 21foot bilge keel JR Corribee, now to be known as 'TP' will be the subject and star of the blog and I hope what she has to teach an old sea-dog will be of interest
But now? I have my first Junk Rigged boat! A case of Old Dogs and new tricks?
This blog is about the joy of new things. Some 40 years late but never mind.
'Trivial Pursuit' a 21foot bilge keel JR Corribee, now to be known as 'TP' will be the subject and star of the blog and I hope what she has to teach an old sea-dog will be of interest
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