The bear went over the mountain …

.. to see what he could see. And in a similar way, I climbed the mast “to see what was at the top”. Last time it was dark I flicked the switch on the dashboard labelled “anchor light”, and didn’t see the expected white light from the top of the rig. Something was up. I’d forgotten to ask Jeff the surveyor to take some photos for me whilst he was up there back in April, so it was up to me to check it out.

Dock 915

I’d brought my climbing harness over but had forgotten any karabiners… I managed to scrounge together enough bits of tat and tape to sort out a decent enough prussik setup. I pulled a static line to the masthead with the main halyard and hauled myself up it. Turns out that there is an anchor light, so I gave it a wiggle to clean the connections. That sorted it. There’s also the VHF aerial (I don’t know if that’s working since the radio itself is kaput), there’s a stick that looks like it was part of a windex in its youth, and that’s it. There is a messenger line poking out (just!) so I can pull another wire up when I fit a tri-color masthead light. Later I found the bottom end of the same line poking out of the bottom of the mast inside, which is good.

Here's what's on top!
Here’s what’s on top!

Whilst we’re just cruising around the bay area, we’ll be fine with just the anchor light, but for longer offshore trips at night we’ll definitely want a masthead tricolor – one that you can see from a long way away regardless of the sea state. I’ll probably replace the anchor light with an LED tricolor + all-round white.

Stowaway!

So I’m back in San Francisco for a few days for a meeting – this time however I’m staying on the boat, which I’m really looking forward to. I stepped aboard, scaring a couple of small birds who flew across to the neighbouring boat, chirping angrily. I soon discovered a nest in the folds of the sail! There were no eggs in it so I guess they were either preparing for a family or have already had their birdlets “fly the nest”. Rose tells me they are Rosefinches, a common household bird around here. The bloke definitely looks da man with his bright coral-red plumage. After about half an hour of hanging around trying to figure out where his home had just gone, he and his lady friend moved on.

Stowaway
Stowaway!

Time for me to start working on our new home; as usual with any new boat there’s a long list of things to sort out. In fact two lists; domestic and, let’s say “nautical”. The former is fortunately a lot shorter than the latter, considering the first thing we’d planning to do is move aboard to live. Having bought the boat back in April and then being in the UK ever since, I was a little apprehensive of what I would return to. Would there be a couple of inches of water in the bottom? Would everything be damp? Would the boat still be afloat?! As it happens everything was in great shape. I’d left the 12v electrics on for the automatic bilge pump [which, checking later, I discovered will still run without the 12v main power on]. One of the two batteries was completely flat, and the other was fine. Must be a power leak somewhere, or else 3 months of running the automatic bilge pump flattens the battery. Everything on board is dry, bar a couple of small water marks under one of the cabin ports where it had dripped. The toilet (heads, in nautical terms) is a bit stinky; I need to get to the bottom of this; it might “just” need new pipes.

On the nautical front I need to sort out the anchor chain – rusted away to almost nothing, go up the mast to see what’s on the top, check diesel, oil, tighten alternator belt, inspect the electrics, check seacocks and hoses and make sure I get familiar with all the inner workings of this new machine. It’s a bit like a cross between a car and a house, with all the complicated parts of each, squeezed into a small space. Engine and propulsion, sails and rigging, steering, 12v and 110v electrics, plumbing, gas, kitchen (galley), toilet and shower (heads), hot and cold pressure water, fridge… The great thing is it’s all stuff I can work on myself; unlike the van back in the UK which is all electronic. Fun times!

Tough, simple, diesel – nice

One pleasant discovery was the way that my 3 large bags of stuff disappeared very easily into the stowage on board. Rose and I have been thinking a lot about how much we can bring over when we come later this year. 3 bags each? How many books? Paintings? How many clothes? We’d been planning to just bring what we could carry with standard baggage, a bike and one excess bag (all full to the gunwales of course) … it’s good to know we can fit more; but should we? I’m working through a new book; “The Voyager’s Handbook – The essential guide to blue water cruising“, which says;

“In narrowing down the list of what you will bring, you will help define your new self, this person who is about to embark on a great adventure and a totally new way of life. In moving aboard and living with fewer possessions, you will begin to separate your many wants from your fewer needs. The possessions you carry will mean more, and you’ll realize how little most of what you gave up mattered to you.”

I’m looking forward to taking a step further in simplifying life.

On The Lizard

Me and la chica just had an awesome weekend down in Cornwall, and boy was it hot. About 30 in the shade! We stayed in a wigwam and a tree house, completely disconnected from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the world. I can see why people want to live down here. We had some great swims, and rented a kayak for a couple of hours – we want to buy a kayak for the boat when we move out to the states, so it was good to have a bit of first hand experience with a 2-man sit on top.

Holiday Inn Bulgaria

… sung to the tune of “a holiday in Cambodia” …

Nice Dodge
Glad I had a map…
Not as common as I’d expected

So I’ve just finished the last of 4 days here in Sofia, Bulgaria – training up a team of people to work with Brightpearl on customer implementations. I’ve been pretty slack in that I’ve just been spending time between the office, which is 5 minutes away, and the hotel. We’re about 20 mins out of town by cab. 8 hours training during the day plus catching up with the rest of work doesn’t really leave much time for getting around …

First impressions of Bulgaria? Everyone is super polite. In fact that first struck me when getting onto the plane at Gatwick! No jostling, no pushing, just courteous blokes and gals. Nice. The stereotypical eastern-bloc hi-rise apartment building are everywhere, looking a little worse for wear. The roads are in a bit of a state too; but so are California’s.

It’s been nice and hot; last week they say it was up to 35 degrees. Mmmm. As usual, it’s a bit strange staying a hotel for a few days; lots of time on the computer, dining alone (nice food though) – making small talk with the staff. The usual “travelling on business stuff”. I’ve not been to the gym; even though I did bring shorts; my toe is still in a bad way from a kite surf wipe out two weekends ago at the Gower.

Back to UK tomorrow; it’s a mission of a journey; Gatwick isn’t the best place to fly from if you live in Bristol!

Pedal-pedal-pedal-pedal

Buzzing from a blast around the woods on me bike. Love it love it love it. The summer evening light, the smell of newly cut grass, dusty trails, senses focussed 100% on staying on the trail, body pumped full of some awesome speed boosting chemicals, pedalpedalpedalpedal, hang in there round the switchback, front wheel scrubbing on the polished rocks, bushes and trees rushing past on the fringes of my peripheral vision, touching the brakes lightly to stay in control, powering up the hills, don’t stop don’t lose speed go go go go!

A strong dose of weekend

I’m still glowing from the weekend (inside and out … having caught a little too much sunshine) – even though we only spent a day and a half away, it felt like a lot longer. It’s amazing how refreshing a short trip can be. We only sailed just around the corner from Plymouth to the river Yealm, but the weekend was spattered with a load of different Things To Remember. So what did we manage to cram into a trip not lasting much more than 24 hours?

  • Got some great footage from the kite + Gopro
  • Decided to hoist the camera up the mast with the boat hook as counterweight
  • Lost the camera when the mount broke and it catapulted itself over the side (boooo)
  • Couldn’t get the boat hook down …
  • Sent Ant up the mast to retrieve it (and fix the wonky windex whilst he was at it)
  • Replaced the primary diesel fuel filter after the engine had trouble on the Yealm approach
  • Discovered a broken wire to the diesel pump … must sort before next offshore trip
  • Had the first swim in the sea this year (brrrr)
  • First go at driving a dinghy with an outboard for Anna
  • Found some amazing squidgy squashy seaweed to squelch in
  • Reminded ourselves how great mud between the toes feels
  • Lazed in the sunshine drinking G&Ts and Rums&Cokes
  • Had a good mid-ocean (well, slightly off the coast) boogie to Les Yeux D’La Tête
  • Slept under the stars in the cockpit – another first for this year
Gotta love the sun
Ant and Anna
6 knots!
Exploring in the mud
Amazing squishy seaweed
Ant retrieving the boathook
Easy with that starter cord!
Rivermouth anchorage, Yealm
‘tone
The last we saw of the Gopro …