Day, er, I forget- let’s call it day rescue

So last night I finally set sail.

Since my last post I have not been sitting idle, but realising that my last boat was more a coffin than a sea worthy vessel , I went and bought a new old boat, a tri-Marng thing ( it has 3 hulls ).

More spacious and suitable for relaxing at a sea , so I thought in my ideal view of a life at sea.

Relaxing it is not.

Stressful: definitely, nerve racking; at first but my nerves are getting used to the dangerous chaos now. Life at sea is nothing other than hard work and fixing things.

I learnt on my last boat that didn’t get anywhere that things on boats always break, even if the boat is not being used!

This boat is no exception.

Days spent fixing or fathing or both, on this new old boat (which didn’t come with her own vessel name, but thanks to the RNLI I have named her White Cat, story to follow!).then I spent 2 days Idle sitting in Mudeford Quay waiting for a marine engineer to come out and fix my pull cord on main outboard which i had snapped off .

Marine engineers are their own beast. They are their own boss, usually, their own master, and their own servant, their own time keepers as well as it appears being their own workers union, for this chap called Allen I had out to do this basic and repair came after 2 days waiting for him and then was 4 hours late on his own arrival time !

I some what digress, But the point behind the marine engineer story was that after days waiting about to go, when the engine would eventually fire out and I could oh, I did , without checks, without caution. With lots of haste and hope and without being ready , or the boat being ready (for instance I had not installed the AIS system which was still in its box as I left nor had I either connected the navigation lights or had sufficient power/ electric on board for what I needed: I knew everything that I should have done before going and didn’t do, I knew but I did not care for my desire to just get going (with all my previous delay ) dwarfed any other consideration.

Where did the desire to set sail , irrespective, get me ? Well I type this post sitting in my cabin as the RNLI tow me back to almost where I came from, going around the needles after a night adrift at sea with no power or navigation, and a days rescue stranded with waves beating down on my boat and pushing it and me into the rocks and surf.

Then coast guard also came out and gave words of advice.

Both the RNLI guys and girl and coast guard think I’m nuts , they may have a point.

One of the RNLI chap said I was either very brave or very stupid: I responded I’m both.

I have to go now and RNLI man wants me ( he is steering my boat on tow) , will complete this post later. …..

Expedition ‘Sail the World’

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On the 8th of August 2018 I set sail from Portsmouth Harbour on a mission to circumnavigate the globe on a tiny (23 foot) haggard tin pot sailing boat  that was made in 1973.

As I set sail, I do  so for the first time ever, for I have never, ever, sailed in my life, at all;  The first time that I will  have sailed in my entire life will be when I switch from the propulsion of the outboard engine (which will take  me out of Portsmouth Harbour) to the sails of my small craft ‘Spray Dancer’ when I enter the Solent as I head straight across the English Channel for Cherboug, France, on the first leg on my mission to circumnavigate the Globe by sail.

The mission is far  from impossible, indeed many thousands of people have sailed around the  world, even alone (as I shall be sailing solo, that is if you do  not include Edna my newly acquired parrot!), so to make the challenge a real one that puts me to the test of ‘ man or mouse’  apart from zero  sailing experience what so ever, I am sailing a craft which, to be frank, is not just pokey and small,  but according to sailing types that have seen the boat, is wholly inadequate to cross the channel, let alone the Atlantic Ocean, it lacks not just sufficient space (or any space), but lacks as sort of inbuilt  navagational equipment, or  any other such boat equipment.

The one (and only) thing that my boat ‘Spray Dancer’ has going for her is that she is cheap, very cheap, dirt cheap in fact,  I having bought her for the tidy sum of only  £350 on e-bay a month or so ago.

To those who have seen Spray Dancer in person, the news that she is cheap wont come as any big surprise, since she looks cheap to valueless! If anything those who have seen Spray Dancer might be taken aback that I paid ‘so much’  for this apparent sea bed decoration.

I am contemplating changing the boats name from “Spray Dancer’ to  “Boaty MacBoat Face”.

Along the way around the world I shall be making various stops in numerous jurisdictions around our world, to explore, examine, understand and highlight the numerous  inequalities that exist in the law of particular jurisdictions globe wide when it comes to equality before the law on the grounds of age, race, colour, sex or sexuality; since my background is that of a barrister of over ten years at the Bar.