Wednesday 21 October 2020

Morbic 12s at Cobnor.

There was an impromptu meeting of Francois Vivier designed  Morbic 12s down at Chichester Harbour on Monday.  

Paul Waterman and his friend Robin Popham have been building their boat during lockdown and have managed to get it afloat which is more than I have. Robin has written about the build in the latest edition of Watercraft. 

So here we have Paul Robin Sarah Mike and John. 

Paul and Robin who have built the sloop version  arranged a day-sail in company with Sarah and Mike Curtis also in their sloop and John Shelton in his balanced lugger.  

They were kind enough to invite me along but of course being a laggard with an unfinished boat in the garage I could only come as an observer.  

Tom Edom invited me to sail in his lovely little Tancook Schooner so I managed to get a few photographs of the fleet in action.   The weather was lively but the rain stayed away and we all had a great time.     

Hope you enjoy the Photographs.  

And just to complete the picture here is Tom in his Schooner, taken earlier this summer. 

Saturday 22 August 2020

Katie Goes to Dell Quay

 A quick and dirty video of Katie running down-wind towards Dell Quay the other day.

And a couple of stills from the same trip. 

Monday 17 August 2020

Katie gets her Wings

Cobnor 6.00 am, a brief respite between the thunder storms. Managed to get a couple of short sails in Katie Beardie yesterday. I tried out her new amas, very pleased with the way it turned out.

Heavy rain right now but hopefully it'll improve later.
"and they say we'll have some fun when it stops raining". 

Tuesday 28 July 2020

Shut up and take my Money!

Its hard to believe that it is now fifteen years since I bought my first boat trailer. 

I was just finishing Caitlin the Iain Oughtred Whilly Tern and found a chap in Christchurch who would custom build a trailer to my spec for a very reasonable price. 
I didn't really know much about trailers at the time, looking at it now the axle was a bit too far back which meant the tow bar weight was quite heavy and of course the bearings had to be submerged before I could launch or recover the boat, which isn't a good idea. The whole thing was bolted together so it could easily have been adjusted, but I have to say it towed like a dream behind the little A Class Merc we had at the time. 

In fact we towed it all the way to Amersfoort in The Netherlands when I sold the boat. Wilhelm had flown over to Southampton to try out the boat and bought it on the condition that I delivered it as he didn't fancy doing the long trip himself. 

He further explained that he didn't want the trailer as all trailers in The Netherlands have to be Type Approved with all the necessary certification that goes with that so he couldn't use mine and would have to buy one locally.  

He was a bit surprised to learn that technically we in the UK could bolt a couple of old bed frames together and so long as it wasn't going to fall apart use it quite legally on the Queen's Highway. 

He was keen to have the boat and I was keen to make a sale so we came to an agreement so my wife, daughter and myself headed off on a road trip to deliver the boat to its new owner combining it with a weekend visit to Amsterdam.  At Dover the French Customs Official leant out of his booth and declared she was indeed Un Joli Petite Bateau.  We hauled on across busy Belgium roads and finally arrived a couple of hours late at Wilhelm's trailer supplier to transfer the boat onto its new set of wheels.

And what a set of wheels they were, you could have launched the Bismark off that thing, but he seemed happy and so was I. 

The coda to that story was when we returned across The Channel and landed at Dover the British Customs Official pulled us out of the line and interrogated us on why we were towing an empty boat trailer. I was tempted to cry "Oh God where's the bloody boat" but thought better of it, she didn't seem the type to appreciate that kind of humor. I think she thought we were trying to smuggle duty free trailers into the country. Give me the French any day. 

 I eventually sold that trailer to a chap in Norfolk who I never met, he phoned me, paid on-line and sent a courier van to pick it up while I was at work. Its a funny old world the International Boat trade. 

The next build was The Coot and as she drew close to completion I was looking out for something suitable when through happy happenstance just the right thing came along at the right time. The Ancient and Vulnerable St Deny's Sailing and Rowing Club had been on the look out for a couple of Lymington Scow's and one had been found quite a distance away. 

El Presidente went off to fetch it and by the time he had dragged it home to the club he loudly declared that the boat was fine but the trailer should be condemned as an old boneshaker fit only for the scrap heap. 

I duly inspected said boneshaker and found, underneath the blue paint a fully galvanized combi- trailer just the right size for the wee Coot. 

I offered them fifty quid which they accepted and I towed it home. I eventually replaced the wheels and tyres, greased up the bearings and shimmed up the launch trolley wheels whose rattling on the road had caused all those bones to shake.  

Being a combi-trailer with a separate launch trolley  meant that the road wheels never went near the water.  It had a transverse cart spring meaning there were no moving parts and no rubbers to perish.  Once I had sorted out the balancing issues by moving the boat back so that the nose of the launch trolley was light as a feather she was really easy to manhandle ashore, but still towed really well, this time behind the Volvo. Ooh I loved that Car. 

She got a coat of silver Hammerite paint to spruce her up and when I sold the boat off to Devon her new owner reported that she'd towed like a dream all the way to the River Dart, and as far as I am aware she's still going strong.  

Finding myself boat-less once again I bought the little Heron as an in-betweener while I built the Morbic. I didn't realize at the time just how long it was going to take to complete the next build but hey ho. 

 The Heron came on a very nice little combi trailer with bald tyres. 
It is a fact that it is cheaper to buy new wheels complete with tyres than it is to have a new tyre fitted to an old rim.

 I now have quite a collection of trailer wheels compete with bald tyres.  

Not long after that I swapped the Volvo (Oh I loved that car) for the VW Transporter, 
(Oh I love that van), which meant the canoe Katie Beardie needed to travel on a trailer as there is no way she's going up on the roof.  

So I modified and extended  the Heron's Road base to take Katie. 

You can read about it here.    

Coming up to date the Morbic is nearing completion. Well near enough to be ready for a trailer of her own. 

From the little bit of experience I have gleaned over the years here is my take on what is needed. 

A well thought out and balanced trailer can make a huge difference to your sailing enjoyment. I have watched too many old men struggling to launch or retrieve their boats from ill fitting or badly designed trailers. 
The first consideration is where and how the boat will be used. 
I'm assuming here that the reader will want to tow their boat to and from the water.  

If you always launch from a slipway with vehicle access then you could get away with a simple road trailer, just an A frame or a T  with a couple of rollers is all you need. Some of the trailers built for those dreaded Personal Water Craft could be very useful. They usually have plenty of rollers and are fully adjustable. The key thing is not getting the bearings full of salt water. 

Every springtime you see boats keeled over on their trailers at the side of the road. The boat was hauled out at the end of last season, with the bearings full of brine and It's been left standing all winter, now on the way to the slipway the bearing has seized.  If you cannot launch without the bearings getting wet fit a pair of bearing buddies and let the bearings cool down before dunking them in the water. I know a chap who we will call Wayne, because that's his name, who had two sets of bearings one for the water and one for the road which he swapped before launching his boat. It should also be said his majestic craft was carried around on an equally majestic trailer, hugely over engineered and immensely heavy.  He couldn't recover the boat on his own, it usually took a Rugby team. 

If you can't or don't want to use your car to launch then you need a combi trailer. The launch trolley sits on top of the Road Base so the road wheels and bearings never go near the water.    This is my preferred option. 

I've been hunting around for a suitable trailer for the Morbic12. 
I've looked at what is available from the usual trailer manufacturers, and I have to say the choice is slim. It may just be that as usual people who are good at making things are lousy at marketing but I found very few options. 

As I've said getting a trailer which fits the boat is vital for maximum boating pleasure and minimum visits to the Chiropractor, and I had nailed it down to one or two options while keeping an eye on the secondhand market. 

I found one on flea bay not too far away and the chap could have had a sale if he'd been a bit sharper about answering my enquiry but no, he tarried them blamed me for ignoring the message he didn't send. See its all in the marketing. 

Then I found this on a Dinghy Bits FB page.      

I messaged the man and he was quick to respond, turns out he was only five miles up the road.  He was working from home because of the dreaded lurgy and could fit me in between his Zoom meetings that very afternoon. 

Its the right size between snubber and the balancing point so the handle weight isn't too bad. 

It has new wheels and tyres on both the road base and launch trolley.

The bearings are smooth as a smooth thing and no play.

The galvanizing is intact with no signs of rust anywhere. 

Less than half the price of the cheapest new one and a third of the price of the more expensive ones. As the Americans would say.

" Shut up and take my money!" 

And here is the Morbic being gently lowered onto her new wheels. 

I've fitted a Jockey wheel to the launch trolley and I'll probably fit one to the road base which is cheaper than all those Chiro' bills.   I may need to fit a winch to get the loaded launch trolley onto the road base but I'll see how that goes. All of which are modifications  would probably have made to a new one in any case.  

Just another small step towards getting her on the water. 

Thursday 16 July 2020

Of Flying Boats Sails Sky Hooks and Shining Things.

A couple of years ago my now Son-in-Law gave me four huge truckers ratchet straps. The kind you would use to tie down earth moving equipment. The had failed some Health & Safety inspection due to a bit of oil contamination and a few frayed ends.  I put them aside in the loft for the day when I would decide to go into the transport business. 
Now as you all know the centreboard case can't be fitted until the boat is right way up but its inevitable there will have to be a bit of fettling underneath to make things clean and tidy. 

 Its a job I'd been putting off due to the lack of access until I remembered about the straps.  They weren't quite long enough to go all the way down under and back up again but by joining a couple together end for end I was able to wind her up on the ratchets far enough to get down and get under.   One of these days the whole roof is going to collapse, there is so much stuff up there, but she's now back down on her cradle for now. 

My friend Richard is currently building a Selway-Fisher Lillie Canoe Yawl. 

You can read the full story here,  

He's a talented bloke is Richard, he's recently finished building a Steam Traction Engine so it was well within his capabilities to make up a couple of bronze travellers for the masts on Lillie. And guess what? He had enough bronze bar to make me one for the Morbic. 

See how it Shines.  

I ordered my Sail before Lockdown started here, which was in March.  I wasn't in much of a hurry for it as the boat wasn't finished and I didn't know if they were able to work although I imagine sail making is a fairly solitary profession. Anyway I got a final invoice for the sail a few weeks ago and paid it straight away expecting it to turn up soon afterwards.  A couple of weeks went by and still no-show so I eventually gave in and called them. 

"Oh Yes, the little lug sail, I remember". 
 Less of the little I thought but ignored his slight at the size of my main. 
"Did we Not, ah oh yes, It'll be with you tomorrow." 
I got the distinct impression he had suddenly realized that the bag he had been kicking under the table for the past few months was indeed my "Little Lug Sail". 

It duly turned up the next day as promised and no damage done. 
It looks lovely.   

Now all I have to do is track down some Douglas Fir for the Spars. 

Tuesday 30 June 2020

There is no Cloud.

 Regular Readers, both of you, will have noticed the very large and annoying adverts which appeared all over the previous post.

 It wasn't me mate.

I fully understand that Google, FB,  and all the other platforms do not run on thin air and require a revenue stream to pay for the huge shed loads of servers humming away somewhere.  

There is no Cloud, the internet is a physical thing built from huge computors and thousands of miles of copper and fibre-optic cables.   

It all has to be paid for. 

Which is one of the reasons I run adverts on this Blog, I'm not obliged to, Google don't make me do it, is my choice.   

I was however a bit pissed off to see these huge banners all over the page, sometimes in the middle of sentences.  Jolly bad manners. 
Google don't seem to know how its happening, the "Help" scratched their heads and shrugged and said I should edit the HTML for the page.  

Well I'm no WEB designer, as will be patently obvious so I had a go and removed any code that looked suspicious. I also seem to have removed most of the photographs and nearly all of the page formatting but hey ho.  

With any luck I will have banished the usurpers, ne'er to be seen again, but then again I might just have broken the internet, we shall see when I hit the "publish" button. 
Meanwhile, please enjoy some photographs of our recent trip over The Deverills. 

Expanded horizons or what?   

Edit;  Well Bugger ! 

Friday 26 June 2020

As popular as a Rattlesnake in a Lucky Dip.

My mate Pete was feeling a bit poorly last week. 
A bit of a temperature, lethargic, loss of taste and smell etc....................Oh Dear

He had also picked up a couple of bites, which were looking a bit angry and he thought they might have been ticks.........................................................Dangerous game Golf. 

So he phoned his GP, a bit worried about Lymes Disease. His GP asked him to send a photo of the bites, and quickly replied that it wasn't Lymes and he should get a Covid 19 test.   

He's a bit younger than me, by four weeks......................You can't be too careful at our age. 

So he reported to the local testing station where the 32nd battalion of the Queen's Own Fusiliers took charge of him and told him to stuff a stick down the back of his throat and the other end up his nose until he could see it in his eyeball..........................................Fun.  

Now of course he had to take his wife along for a test too, She is a Key Worker and had to take a day off work then go home and wait up to four days for a result.  

As he put it "I'm as popular as a rattlesnake in a Lucky Dip". 

When he got home the GP phoned to say he thought that just to be on the safe side Pete should go on a course of antibiotics in case he'd picked up an infection from the bites. 

The next day the Covid19 test results came back negative, which meant; 

a. He didn't have it. 
b. He didn't push the stick in far enough.

Anyway he was off the hook so "Who wants to go for a ride on Wednesday?" 

"Sorry"  replies our Pete, "I have to stay out of direct sunlight for ten days because of these bloody tablets".   This during one of the hottest spells of weather we've had in years and at the end of three months of Lockdown. 

Which is why three men, in our twilight years, were cycling round the New Forest in the cool of the gloaming watching as the stars came out one by one.  Magic. 

So how's the sense of taste and smell now Pete?  
  "Came back after three days, felt a bit odd for a few days." .....................................................................................................................Mmmmm?   

Sunday 3 May 2020

Emsworth for Cream Cakes.

As the lockdown continues, with little hope of respite for us oldies, its an opportunity to dig deep in the archives for some great memories and a chance to relive better days.  

So here again is a chance to watch the inimitable Wayne Oliver and his 1st mate Marcus sailing Ever Hopeful his Conrad Natzio Oystercatcher in Chichester Harbour a few years ago. 

Also seen here is Al Law's Paradox, a John Welsford Houdini,  and making a late appearance  Chris Waite in Polly Wee.   


Sunday 19 April 2020

28 Days Later.

Its 28 Days since the Lockdown began. 

The Bluebells are out. 

The countryside is refreshed after a particularly wet winter and the fields are turning green with new grass. 

The tracks and paths have dried out. 

The weather has been dry and sunny with nothing but blue skies as far as you can see. 

The Cherry and Apple Blossoms are on the bough. 

The Great British Public is pretty much doing what it's been told to do and staying home. 

Except for their daily exercise of course.

Nature isn't bothered, its just getting on with what it does. 

We can expect at least three more weeks of this and then hopefully a slow, well managed, reduction in restrictions.  

We wait to see what the new "Normal" looks like. 

Strange Days indeed, stay safe everyone.