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.

 

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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.

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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….

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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.

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The boat is about 100 miles away from where we live, to be honest it takes about the same amount of time in any direction to get to the sea, but the drive to Newport is a good one for me. It makes sense that I go down the night before to work on the boat, I get the evening without distractions and I have as much of the next day to finish off what I’ve started, so I decided the end of November would be the first time sleeping on the boat.

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I’ve owned Sundance for six weeks now, and I’m itching to go sailing. Unfortunatly I can’t as she had been taken out of the water for winter the week before I viewed her, which is the sensible thing. I’m not ready to sail her, I need to get to know Sundance, learn her little niggles, I need to learn the water we’ll be spending so much time together and listen to the advice and stories from the experienced soles of the sailing club.

 

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Saxon Wharf

A year goes by in a flash, it seems like a lifetime but also like yesterday. This weekend, a year ago made me feel so content, a weekend for me, with my friends and my choice, it sounds so self centred doesn’t it. This weekend a year ago was my stag do, I like to think I’m not much of a look at me sort of guy but maybe writing this blog means I am, I don’t know.

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