I rise early this morning, in fact I went to bed so early yesterday afternoon, so fed up was I at everything either breaking or not working (or both) I just thought sod it, and off I went to bed while it was still daylight outside.
As a consequence I awoke at 1am and have been up since. I had great. plans for today, I was going to raise the sails and fly, we’ll sail at least.
Hurdle 1. I couldn’t and still can’t work out how to raise the jib or fathom how the rigging works on the boat. Even more confusing, it appears that I have 3 other sails in addition to the main sail which for the life of me I don’t know where to put….
Solution 1. Fuck the jib and other sails. I spent 2 hours staring at the mast and main sail which I had raised , thinking to myself “do I actually need the other sails?” In between I emailed the Isle of Wight radio station asking if they would put out my plea for an islander who knows about rigging to come aboard for a couple of hours to show me the ropes ( quite literally) I got no response from the station.
With my main sail raised and with a spirit of wanting, needing, yearning to burn some distance today, I then tried to hoist the anchor: would it budge, it still hasn’t.
Problem 2: the anchor is either stuck between rocks and won’t lift or I am just too much of a weed to carry its drag. Either way is not moving’ though the tide has just changed, so I’m hoping that a falling tide in the other direction and some more man hours heaving at the chain might, just might,, free me from this prison on the sea.
I also dropped another mobile phone into sea today. I’m really not doing well at keeping mobiles on board.
I did however pump out all the water from the bulk heads on either side of the main hull, which at least was some kind of achievement. At the present rate of success I take what ever success I can get, even if it is only pumped out bulkheads….
I’m off to try the anchor again.