Wednesday, 28 August 2013

High Tide and Green Grass.

By way of diversion I took one of the Ancient & Vulnerable  Kayaks with me to Cobnor. I wanted to try out a couple of routes as possible day paddles for the Club. 

I also wanted to check out Bosham as a place for putting in so I had a little trip up there on Saturday afternoon. It was a bit overcast hence the gloom. The photos were taken on my bat phone which seemed to get a film of seaweed slime over it so apologies for the quality. 

We were on Spring Tides and as the water rises much of what is grass and tarmac most of the time is slowly submerged which can make for an interesting trip. 

Bosham Hard 3 hours before HW, a good launching place. But not so good for parking.

The Church from the north,  Norman, one of the oldest in England.  

The sailing club on the Quay. Posh. 

In summer the bells ring out across the marshes calling the faithful to the Ice Cream Van. Told you not to park there. 

Ah must be Beer O'clock.  

Handy for the pub, but no parking on the double yellows.

Whazzit Say?

Oh Right.

Well, looks like the end of the road. 

Monday, 26 August 2013

Cobnor 2013

I'm just back from the DCA meeting at Cobnor, a great time was had by all.

Some photos.

Cobnor Dawn.

Cobnor Dawn II,
 A weak bladder is a mighty alarm clock. 

Stupid Boy!

Chasing Wayne to the pub. 

Wayne and Marcus Gull Winging.

Tim's posh new camper, and Wayne's legs. 

A Shrimper which I easily caught and overhauled, but who's racing? and a Lateen rigged work boat which seemed to be fairly  zooming around until you noticed the whiff of exhaust. 

On the beach at Dell Quay.

In the pub Garden, a motley crew. 

Wayne gets to overtake Ralston in his Tideway. Which I think must be a first.

Bob's PDR "Dumpster"
 providing more fun per pound than any other boat.

Sunday, 18 August 2013

Pete's Paradox Placates Polythene Pam's Parting.

And his wife did say unto him, husband why must you have so many boats? 
And he replied unto her, wife I do not understand the question. 
And she said unto him, I do not care whether you understand, you are not getting any more boats!
And he did understand. 

So, with thoughts of future projects, it came to pass that his first born, Polythene Pam,  must leave the shed and go forth to the shed of another master called Peter. 
But she was not afraid because Peter had built a fine boat which he called Johanna and which was well smart so she would feel at home. 

And they sort of look similar too! 
I expect to see a roller-blind rig on Pam soon. 

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Dinghy Cruising Association

Only five more sleeps till Cobnor.

well three actually but I can't get away until Monday. 

Join up now, You know it makes sense.