Saturday, 6 September 2014

Everhopeful Sails Westwards

Cobnor week isn't complete without a sail on the good ship Everhopeful.
This year was no exception and I was happy to sign-on as second mate. 
The command structure can be a bit vague on Everhopeful, Wayne we know is the owner, and Marcus is generally but not always on the helm, but who the skipper is I'm not quite sure. 
This can make decision making problematic but is great when it comes to laying the blame. 

Now converted to a Schooner rig Everhopeful can now sail much better to windward, she sails best in a bit of a blow where she can heel and get her chine down to grip the water,  but it is generally agreed that she would sail much better still if she had a decent rudder. Wayne has promised her one, but until then..................

So it was that as we passed East Head things started to go a little wrong. The wind which was slackening was from the west, and the tide might just have turned against us, so there we were doing classic figures of eight. A motor cruiser had dried out on the sandbanks and as we tacked back and forwards we seemed to go and visit them every time we were on port tack. 
I'm afraid I might just have assumed command at that point, bit of a Fletcher Christian moment I'm afraid, couldn't help myself. Sorry Guys.

We did eventually manage to stem the wind and tide and make it into Emsworth Channel. That's the point in the video where we are met by Patrick in his Welsford Houdini. 
We made it to Emsworth on a broad reach and rewarded ourselves with a slap up feast at the Courtyard Cafe. Welsh Rarebit with Double Poached eggs on top. Yum. 

When we got back to the pontoon we'd been joined by Al in his Paradox and Patrick in the Houdini. 
There was also this bloke in one of those RS speed machine things who managed to capsize on the pontoon. I know we could all have done it but honestly! Unfortunately I didn't get it on film. 

So we sailed in company back up the Channel. The guy in the RS who had recovered his composure by now, was shadowing us but couldn't quite believe he couldn't catch us. 
Downwind sailing in Luggers my friend, hard to beat. We left him astern. 

The wind died to a whisper as we crept across the shallows, then we saw the unmistakable high peaked Lugsail of Polly Wee, making speed towards us. The wind filled in behind us and there was a fantastic run home. 

Sublime, Enjoy. 

Thursday, 4 September 2014

One in, One Oot.


Just when you thought I'd sold the boat and taken up golf, we're back.

This is a wee video I took during the DCA rally at Cobnor a couple of weeks ago.

No I haven't sold the Coot yet, there has been some interest but the time just hasn't been right. Its not a problem, events have meant I'm not ready for another build and its still a pleasure to own her, as you'll see.

There's rather too much film of me me me me, I haven't got the hang of my new MUVI camera yet so tracking boom shots from the end of an oar while holding the main sheet between my teeth will have to wait, but if you look over my shoulders you'll see what Chichester Harbour is all about.
We set sail from Cobnor Hard then head up the main channel towards the dunes of East Head where Marcus entertains his lady friend and Wayne adopts a dog. In between shots of me nervously looking for pirates you'll also see Everhopeful going like a train, no, you can't turn trains either,  and CW making it all look so easy in Polly Wee. On the way back we detour up Thorney Channel and take a turn around that superb old Scottish Fishing Boat Ocean Pearl.
We had a brilliant week, the weather was variable, i.e. exciting at times, the rain stayed away most of the time and the tides allowed for some variation in destination.
Just what Cobnor is supposed to be about. 

Hope you enjoy it.

Its been an eventful year. New granddaughter Dulcie came into this world kicking and screaming at the beginning of May and gave her mum a really hard time in the process.
Things have settled down there and the new extended family are getting to know each other. This brings the total number of granddaughters to three, and I think everyone is in agreement that three is quite enough.  Three Sisters, good name for a trimaran!

We lost Dad at the beginning of June. He finally succumbed to his long illness and cast off his lines for that last voyage. The family and friends saw him off with tears of sadness and plenty of laughter as we reminisced about the good times we'd had. He was a real character, we'll miss him.
As they say in Scotland, and probably everywhere else, One in, one oot.