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. …..