The thing I dislike more then have to put my thoughts into words is listening to my own voice however I’m sure the people around me are getting fed up with me droning on about sailing and boats. That’s the problem with being landlocked, people think I’m crackers for being into sailing, although a few of my friends understand my passion the others, quite possibly my wife and work colleagues are getting fed up of my enthusiasm with the sea.
Category: Sailing Adventures
Well I haven’t but the question was asked on the YBW forums what would be on your boat wishlist if you had won £160,000,000
Here’s mine now it’s sunk in….
That’s it, Sundance is out of the water for winter, I semi considered keeping her in the water over the colder months however I have a few jobs I want to get sorted before next year.
To say I was a little apprehensive about the haul out was an understatement, the forecast was 15kn gusting over 20 (it was showing F7 up channel at Thornbury SC). It was blowing up river with the tide so I only had to worry about being pushed one way.
We’ve just got back from a night away on Sundance, I say we, Louise and I, little man got left with Granny and Pop back in Welshpool. It was the first time we’ve left him over night, and we were 100 miles away so we were going to make the most of it.
Since getting the diesel “issue” sorted on Sundance I’ve managed to get a good number of sails in with friends without any hiccups and felt confident taking her out on my own. The plan was to leave on the morning tide (about 08:00) and spend the whole day sailing down on the ebb and back up on the flood.
That was the plan but it didn’t quite end up like that.
Firstly apologies for the lack of posts recently (if anyone’s actually reading them). Life is very busy with a one year old and working in the motorcycle trade when the sun shines we get busy, and when we get busy I want to do as little as possible unless it’s sailing.
In my last post I mentioned the cotton braded diesel pipe felt wet but I wasn’t sure if it was from bleeding or from a leak, well as you can see in the picture below the pipe had been deformed as it lay over, well pushed against the copper pipe feeding the CAV filter.
After the launch and the engine “issues” the next couple of trips down to the boat, I wanted to make sure the engine was ok before taking the boat out again. I cleaned the heat exchanger, replaced the thermostat and coolant and cleaned out the netting in the raw water sea cock. I still had a little bit of diesel under the engine but I wasn’t sure if this was just residue from swapping filters etc last time so noting it I sponged it up, and started the motor. It started but it still didn’t seem right, the revs dropped and picked up, and dropped and picked up but it didn’t cut out.
Yachting and Boating World put out a request asking for peoples experiences on buying their first boat. A handful of people offered their stories but they picked mine, I think because the journalist Katy Stickland was shocked I managed to talk my wife into letting me buy Sundance 8 weeks after having our first child!
The weekend started on the Friday evening after picking my best mate up and heading down to Newport. When arrived at the club to find a good few members enjoying a drink and a chat, we joined in and discussed our thoughts for the next day. The plan was to help out the other launches, get Sundance in the water and leave Newport -1 before HW and get to Cardiff on the ebb. This way we didn’t have an audience trying to pick up Sundance’s mooring for the first time….
The thought of pressing a button when the fhit hits the san and a big whirly bird comes to the rescue is quite a reassuring thought, but it’s something I wouldn’t want to do if I can really help it. I would like to think I would take Blondie Hasler’s advice and “drown like a gentleman” however I love my life and have a young family to look after, if there was a chance that I could be rescued after I had exhausted every possible option I had then I would take that opportunity. It may seem a unfair thing to do, to ask a group of strangers to risk their lives to save one but it’s part of our nature and a great part of being a caring human.