End of the season

Daisy Grace is out of the water and back in her winter shed. I’ll start emptying her out over the next few days. No repairs needed, but her paint work needs touching up. A lot of fouling underneath. I think her Coppercoat anti fouling is nearing the end of its life.

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Running on empty…

Managed a couple of nights down on Daisy G. Sunny and warm, but wind, wind, wind. It blew F4-F6 all three days, without let up even at night. From the west,  which means there is hardly any real shelter, although I tried off Furzey Island, Arne Peninsula and even Goathorn Peninsula, which I have never risked before. In all places, it is just too shallow. I was nearly trapped in all. 

I anchored each  night off Shipstal Point, which had the best shelter, but not perfect, so noisy all night. 

I committed an arch crime on the first day. Motoring up to Shipstal, the engine gave the rapid sigh and silence which means only one thing, no fuel. I had checked before I set off, but only a casual shake of the tank, which clearly had told me nothing. Two miles from home in a F5 wind and no engine. Fortunately, I was directly upwind of my marina, so I could sail back. The concern was getting through the moored boats and onto the pontoon without over or under shooting, or crashing into some innocent bystander. I played safe and just used the jib to sail back, but still made over 4kts sometimes, and well over 3kts all the time. By good luck the pontoon was empty and the wind was straight onto it. With a bit of careful playing with the sail, I managed a fairly professional looking landing. No audience, sadly. I now have lots of fuel on board. More than I’ll need for the rest of the season. 

Trailer,  is always the trailer

Haven’t been down to Daisy Grace for a couple of weeks, but I decided it was time I had the trailer serviced. As soon as I took it in, the engineer said the suspension was shot. After he took the old units off, he had to jack it up three inches more to get the new ones on. The trailer now goes much better, even empty. Motto is that if the trailer is more than eight years old, check the suspension units. They aren’t that expensive, £100 for both, and it’s a lot cheaper than a towing failure on the motorway. 

Short sunny sail.

Looked like we would have one good day for sailing, so went down to Poole to use it. Spent the morning in Poole itself, going to the museum, which is excellent, and having fresh mussels for lunch at the Poole Arms on the Quayside, which is also excellent. There are interesting ancient boat artifacts in the museum, along with some exquisite pottery.

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Sailed up into Bramblebush bay, which had the best of the sun, but it was very windy, so in the evening I motored straight into the wind to Shipstal Point, for a sheltered, quiet night. Surprisingly few boat’s there, only three, considering it is hot and the school holidays.

Flat calm in the morning, so I motored slowly back to Bramblebush, standing all the way for a better view. Spring Tides and very fast currents, so you do have to watch your way. I love spring Tides. The Harbour looks beautiful when it is full to the brim, and fascinating when it nearly empties at low tide. I deliberately grounded for the morning. I am learning where the hard ground is, for drying out. If you dry out on soft mud, you can’t get out of the boat…

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I hiked over the Heath to the beach and put in my best beach run to date, so feeling quite smug. Far more pleasant than running on a treadmill in the gym.

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Spent the afternoon working up at tan whilst I waited for the water to come back. It comes in at amazing speed. It was only about 15 minutes from the water reaching the boat until I was afloat. Strong winds set in, so I sailed off double reefed. I wasn’t sure how well she would tack like that, but she did perfectly. I battled half way up Blood Alley between Brownsea and Furzey island, but had to give in eventually as I had the tide against me. When I lost the wind between the islands, I didn’t have a hope, just going back and forth on the same line. Started the engine and motored back to the marina.

Building the boom gallows

Someone asked me recently how I built the boom gallows on Daisy Grace. All of the photos on my old blog had disappeared when Picasa went pear shaped. I have found them again on an obscure album stored I don’t know where. I have just inserted them below without captions as they are fairly self explanatory.

Hot weather and up to Wareham

Another couple of days down on Daisy G and still very hot, despite the forecast not being that great. Anchored at Shipstal both nights as it was quite windy, and that had the best shelter. I’m beginning to perfect my sailing off the anchor, managing not to prang the other boats around. All based on getting the mizzen set up to swinging the boat around, across the wind. So far, so good. Also doing much more single oared sculling in my dinghy. It is my preferred mode for short distances. No need for rowlocks and you can watch where you are going. 1020739

Sailed/motored up to Wareham for the first time for several years. Always interesting. Meet a stream powered side wheeled paddle steamer on the way up, which took up most of the river width.

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Sailing back down the Wareham Channel, I had a strong tail wind. Rather than risking turning up wind to raise the main, which results in inevitable grounding, I just unfurled the jib. Hit nearly five knots! The wind got very strong and I had to pull into the shelter of a bank of trees before I could finally raise the reefed main.

Next day went ashore at Brownsea Island again, sculling through the shallows. Then anchored for lunch up near Redhorn Quay. The wind back to the marina blew up again, touching F5. I put in a double reef, which I rarely do, and it was delightful. Plenty of speed and very comfortable. Thunder storms now predicted, but I hope the hot weather returns next week. I’m getting very brown…

 

Hot summer sailing continues

DSC_0449Back down to Poole for three nights on board for more glorious summer weather. I’ve never known so much sun and just pure heat. I love it, though others complain. First night anchored off Redhorn Quay. Spent ages trying to get everything quiet. The burgee flutters. The shrouds hum in the slightest wind. The halyards tap against the mast. It drives you mad in the middle of the night. I stopped everything except a mysterious clunking during the night. In the morning I discovered the dinghy’s painter was hooked under the boarding ladder, and it kept bouncing it up and down.

The next two nights I anchored off Shipstal Point, one night in company of a lovely Bayraider Expedition owned by Charles and Anne, I think. Hope I got the names right. They had two children on board who slept in the cabin. The adults slept under a cockpit tent. I meant to watch how easy it was to erect, but I was distracted for a moment by another boat arriving. When I looked back, it was up, so must have been easy.

Shipstal is sheltered and those two nights are blissfully silent. Nightjars churring all night and the black headed gulls waking everyone at sunrise with a most discordant dawn chorus.

Some good sailing, but a lot of no wind at all. I have been practicing sculling with a single oar over the stern of the dinghy, and I am getting reasonably competent at it. It is much slower than rowing, but good for manoeuvring between other boats, and you can look where you are going.

One useful discovery was an additional function for the boom gallows. I can haul the boom right up, so that I can stand up in the cockpit. However, the boom bangs about in the swell. I found that if I split the main sheet either side of the gallows and pull it tight it holds everything still.

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Peace at anchor, plus room to move around. Then I could concentrate on soaking up sunshine and building up my vitamin D levels.

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I spent some time on Brownsea Island, sampling National Trust sausage rolls and dodging the hordes of Brownies and Rainbows, who were there to learn about Baden-Powell. There were hundreds of them. Lining up to have their photos taken with B-p’s statue, although they seemed very vague as to who he was.

When anchored in shallow water, I got out to scrape the bottom of the boat with a cheap garden hoe, which works brilliantly. I think my anti foul is past its best, so weed and barnacles are growing on it. Hoping for more good weather for the rest of the summer.