I sailed!

Getting off my mooring this year has been almost as rare as an England player scoring a penalty...

Illness has been a problem, I've been wondering if I could cope at all with a boat all to myself, but it was about time I tried!
The forecast was pretty good for Saturday, the wind might pick up before I got back in, but nothing above an F4 was mentioned, so that was it, no more excuses.

I drove over to Saltfleet on Friday, complete with the re-covered headlining to screw back into place, it had got "milldewed" over the winter and hadn't scrubbed up well at all. £20 spent on new vinyl seemed a bargain, all I had to do was to screw it back into place and take a pic...

Commodore Billy turned up, he'd been moving the channel marker buoys during the day, the channel is now on it's third revision this year, it doesn't seem to want to settle at all yet, but, as Tom Jones would tell you, it's not unusual.

He'd be going out early on Sat to put the inner buoy out for the first time this year, not much point so far when the end of the channel keeps moving!

Eventually I settle in for the night, after reading, but not really enjoying "Sea Egg Again", when I get around to sorting out my books, that one will be going...

I woke to the sound of a family of ducks around the boat, quacking constantly. I wasn't to bothered as I wanted to be away around 6am. I was a bit bothered when I realised they were quacking away at 3.15am!

I managed a little more sleep, but was up at 5, all sorted and ready to go at 6.
As I motored down the channel I caught up with Billy in the RIB, on his way out with the inner mark.

Over the winter I'd replaced my dodgy NASA depth sounder display with a possibly dodgy one I'd got off Ebay for a few quid, as I left the muddier parts at the top of the river and started to cross the sands - it settled down and started to work. Result!
A good job really as I've already taken the fishfinder off that I'd been using for the last couple of years...

I left the channel, then after a quick chat with Billy, headed south.
The tide at Saltfleet heads that way for a couple of hours after high tide, so I'd got about 3 hours of favourable tide, and the wind (what little there was) behind me. I gently made my way past the chimneys of Theddlethorpe gas terminal, then Mablethorpe - mostly hidden behind sea defences, accompanied by seals, lots of seals!
As usual, as soon as I lifted the camera they became invisible...
Somehow I caught them out once or twice, usually when they were too far away for a good pic.

As I passed the southern end of Mablethorpe, the tide was beginning to change, my speed had dropped to 1 - 1.5kts, but as I was still making some progress I decided to carry on.
I'd had an alternative plan, to change direction with the tide, head out around Donna Nook bombing range, then drop the hook at the southern edge of the Humber until the tide changed again to carry me back to Saltfleet. This was a bit more ambitious, and depended on how I felt once I'd got out there. I wasn't feeling my best.
After an easy morning, basically just drifting with the tide and enough wind for steerage, I was already feeling weak, and my back was beginning to remind me all wasn't well.

So I decided on the easy option, head south until I'd just got enough of the north-going tide to take me back to Saltfleet, drop the hook and wait for enough water to get back in - probably 4 hours, enough for a rest and a meal, maybe some work on the boat...

I eventually turned round somewhere off Sutton-on-Sea and headed north. The wind had picked up a little, probably F2-3 from the N/E, and after a little playing with the sail position I settled in close-hauled and let go of the tiller, for the next 2 hours I think I gave it a slight tweak twice, the Coro going to windward balanced perfectly. I lay back and stuck my head over the parapet now and again as the Windfarm boats headed south, never coming close enough for a pic..

Even in my state of relaxation, not even having to steer, I was not feeling any better, my back was hurting badly whatever position I tried to sit or lie, and I still had that "weak" feeling.

After a couple of hours I was getting near to Saltfleet, I could see that Billy had got the job done with the inner mark. I decided to anchor somewhere near to it.
The wind had got up a little more now, a good F4. When the time came to drop the hook I wished I'd planned things better and had the anchor in the cockpit as I often do. The trip to the bow was taken very slowly and carefully, I couldn't risk pulling my back any more!

All went well anyway, and once the hook was down, and I'd made a note of my position on the GPS (not really necessary as I was only 50 metres from the inner buoy!), I settled down for a a rest with around 4 hours to wait for the tide.

An hour later I was woken by the rolling of the boat. Sticking my head out I could see that the wind had picked up to F5 and gone round to the east, the tide was running strongly to the north, and I was sitting beam on to 3ft seas. Oh well, head down and sit it out.

I dropped off again more than once, but was constantly woken by the rolling. This was tiring  and was also doing my back no good at all. I was beginning to wish I hadn't bothered today...

Watching the depth slowly come up, I knew that when it read 7 metres I'd have plenty of water to get right up the channel, in the past I've come in early and bumped my way up channel as the tide rose. I'd decided not to do that today, but to wait and do the whole run in one go.

It became too uncomfortable to lie in the bunk, so I wedged myself into the corner of the cockpit for the last hour, contemplating going forward and pulling the anchor up, not a prospect I was looking forward to...

30 minutes before the dreaded crawl to the bow came, I saw Billy in the RIB, checking the channel markers. After a few minutes he headed out to me. Saved!
He could see I wasn't happy, and thought I was seasick (I wish that's was all it was...). I explained about my back (he knows all about it) and asked him if there was a chance he could help with the anchor. 5 minutes later he was passing it to me in the cockpit.

He headed off in front, with a shout that he'd put the kettle on!

Unusually, near the bar, as the channel is entered, the seas flattened out, so the ride in was easy and pleasant.
With the boat back on the mooring I headed for the clubhouse around 100 metres away, I hardly made it!
I couldn't straighten my back, and had trouble walking at all.

Lots of chatting, and a couple of drinks later, things had eased up.
I tidied the boat and fired up the car for the trip home...

So, I'm still not sure if I'm fit enough for sailing. It could have been that I was having one of my "bad days", I felt the same a few days later without seeing my boat!

On the plus side, the work on the boat over the winter seems to have paid off, the repaired sail worked nicely, although there are a couple of crossed lines to sort out - nothing that makes much difference.
The depth sounder is working properly for the first time ever.

I'm going to have to try again...    

Another job on the list!

An unashamed plug coming up as well!

Due to an unexpected Birthday present (Thanks Mac), I ordered a new VHF antenna a couple of days ago. I'd already done the research, cheapo models are available from about £35 upwards, but the best is a Metz and available from Salty John's website for the bargain price of £49.95 including delivery.

http://www.saltyjohn.co.uk/metzmantavhfantennaaerial.htm

As I said, only ordered a couple of days ago, arrived here at 8am today. Thanks John.

Now I've got to drop the mast again, but I'm sure I can handle the 5 minutes that will take!

A quiet weekend, until I got there!

Trying to get the last few jobs finished before the weather is warm enough to sail, I headed for the boat on Saturday. The plan was to finish fitting the shelves into the (non) toilet compartment, swap the NASA depth sounder and log with the one's I'd bought to replace them and generally tidy the boat.
The club AGM was arranged for 10am on Sunday morning, so I'd be attending that for the first time!

I was expecting a quiet weekend, rain was forecast again, which I thought would keep most club members at home.
Pete was already there when I arrived, with the news that 5 boats had sailed up from Wainfleet and were waiting for the tide so they could come in. He left, saying he'd be back in an hour or so. 10 minutes later Billy, the Commodore, arrived. I gave him a hand to get the club RIB out of the container,  he was going to head out and show our visitors the way in.
I eventually got to my boat!

I managed to finish fitting the shelves, and swapping the electronics was a few minutes work. Blowing on the paddle-wheel proved the log worked, at least until it's fitted and clogged with mud and barnacles!

I'd cocked up by forgetting to bring my phone charger, so to make the battery last for the weekend I had to ration it's use. That's my latest excuse for having no pictures again...

I gave a hand to the Wainfleet boats and, once they were all moored up (with one boat moved up to raft with 2 others rather than on the inaccessible berth he'd been put on to begin with), caught up with a couple of familiar faces and met a few more, including their Commodore who sails Bunty, a beautiful 1926 Hillyard yawl.

I thought it worth using the battery power for this!

I decided to have an early night and stayed onboard while the visitors headed to the pub for a meal and "refreshments". I'd had enough of reading by 10pm and dropped off to sleep.

I was woken at "chucking out" time, although I don't think anyone had been chucked out. There was a fair bit of activity as the "refreshed" visitors found it a bit more difficult to get onboard after the tide had gone out!

I soon dropped off again, only to be woken again just before 1am to the sound of rushing water. Now this is a sound I don't associate with Saltfleet, things tend to happen very gently this far upriver.

I stuck my head out of the hatch to see what looked like the river in full flood mode! I worked out that they must be pumping water out of the inland river while the tide was out, something which was repeated on Sunday afternoon. So much for the drought we're supposed to be having!

Another hour later I got back to sleep...

Up at around 6am, I had a stroll round as the visitors slowly came to life. Shortly after 7 they were on their way back to Wainfleet.

I spent a while tidying the boat, loading the car for going home and wishing I was sailing with them!

The Rutland wind charger has been fitted for a while now, but the batteries have been kept at home over winter. Today there was a bit of a breeze, just enough to spin it fast enough to produce some power. I connected my multimeter up to it and found an output of 0.1A in a breeze which was only just enough to keep it moving occasionally. Satisfied it was working, I put one of the batteries back onboard and connected it up.

That reminded me of another job, I've got a charge regulator to fit! 

The AGM was well-attended and it was good to hear that the club is doing well, both in terms of increased membership and financially.

After the meeting we accosted a passing Coastguard vehicle and invited them in for tea and a chat. Nice to meet the men who had helped me last year when I returned from the Tyne engineless!

Fingers crossed that there will soon be a sailing post here... 

A bit of an update.

I guess many sailing blogs are quiet over the winter, this one has been no different.
I've been slowly working through the list, but it's getting close to the time of year that the work has to stop and the sailing starts.
The upholstery has been completed, Ali never wants to see another needle! The foam is from a memory foam mattress, the covering is waterproof, so it should mean some comfortable nights to come.

I've bought a replacement log and transducer, so, as long as it gets cleaned every trip, it might work! I've also got hold of a replacement for the depth sounder, so the fishfinder will be getting the elbow...   

The antenna for the VHF has found it's way to the top of the mast. I still need to spend some cash and buy an antenna, but that can wait. 

I took the outboard control box and cables home, all they needed was a good cleaning and some lubrication.

The sail has had a few repairs. On the trip to the Tyne last year I had a batten continually trying to escape!

The carpet lining for the hull has been finished without too much stray glue.

All I need now is the weather!

I'm still here!

It's winter. No need to explain more than that....

Some jobs are progressing, slowly.

The damaged (both by me and the weather) part of the self-steering has been re-made. It'll be bolted back on nearer to the time it might be needed. I'm still thinking about building a replacement windvane steering system, this one is big and bulky, not a pretty thing to look at, and the weather keeps getting into the wood.
If the Doc can stop the pains in my back, I might just attempt it this year.

The upholstery replacement is coming along. The new foam for the V berth has come from a kingsize memory foam mattress, it's been cut to shape and the material to cover it has arrived. Ali now has her orders!
This pic is from the first "trial fitting".

I've got hold of some normal foam for the rest of the cushions, they rarely get sat on, so no need for the memory foam there.

The lining of the hull with carpet is spreading around the boat, might be a couple of days work left, but looking good.

Still plenty of jobs to do. The transducer for the fishfinder is hanging off the transom, so needs a screw or two.
The VHF antenna still has to go up the mast, but the route for the cable has been decided, just have to do it now!
The engine control cables seem very stiff, so they can come off for inspection and possible replacement.

I could go on.....

Progress, a bit....

I've managed to make up some bits to clamp the wind generator to the pushpit rail. Plan A was to make a couple of "U" bolts, that turned into plan "B" and a couple of "J" bolts. I figured that they would be plenty strong enough for the job, and a bit less work for me....
The galvanised bits were swapped for stainless at the same time.

The other job I've started to tackle is lining the inside of the hull with carpet. I got a bit fed up with getting a cold arse in the night. The spray glue was "fun" to use, apart from getting high on the fumes, I've now got a pair of trousers which are only suitable for wearing while using spray glue!

  

That's all folks!

That's all the sailing for this year anyway.

It's that time of year again, cold, wet and either dark on the way out or on the way back in again. That, plus my health problems have forced the decision. No more until the weather picks up next year.
I'm supposed to be doing this for relaxation.....

I've been to the boat and taken the sail off, it needs a few repairs, and these are much easier at home than on the boat in winter!

Sometime in the next few weeks I'm going to try and stick the VHF antenna up the top of the mast, it's been OK on the pushpit but any extra height will improve the range.

Not sure what to do about the self-steering. Being wooden, it needs work on a regular basis to keep the weather out. I've not used it much at all this year. I'd like an electric autohelm, but the cash isn't available, so it'll probably get a bit of TLC as well.

I've tweaked the mounting for the wind generator, it's a little more solid now but I still need to clamp the main upright to the pushpit rail. I'm going to get some stainless steel bar and make a couple of custom "U" bolts for the job.
The galvanised "U" bolts I'm using on the support struts will be swapped for stainless in a couple of weeks.

I've taken the upholstery back home, plans are to re-cover it, maybe make some cushions for the cockpit. Also on the inside, the cabin walls are to be covered with some thin carpet, which should make things a bit more cosy.

So, no sailing, but plenty to do!

Most problems in one trip?

Nothing much has been going on lately, my health problems have taken over for a while. At least I managed a long trip this year during the summer and I'm only missing out on the winter sailing.
I dropped in on the boat, just to check things were OK, a couple of weeks ago. Nothing else has happened concerning sailing between that day and the Saltfleet BBQ.
I'd managed to get hold of some stainless steel tubing to use as struts for my wind generator which was still sitting in the shed. My son works in the building trade and told me they use 15mm stainless tube for gas installations, I ended up with two 3m lengths for free!
I cut and made the ends to fit, then the plan was to chuck the lot into the car, drive to Saltfleet and fit it.
Things have a tendency to change.....

I dropped in on my daughter on the way, my 4 year old Grandson, Gregory, heard where I was going and decided to join us!

The fitting went fairly easily, apart from dropping one length of tube into the water. The end was just sticking out and I managed to grab it by hanging over the stern.
The Rutland generator was bolted on the pole, the struts fitted and the rear locker lids just cleared them, only just!

Gregory then wanted to have a ride down the river. That's when things started to go wrong! (apart from dropping bits in the river!)

The tide was still rising, but Grandson was impatient, so I slipped the mooring ropes off a little early. The wind was blowing from the near bank and turned the boat through 90 degrees, but a bit of pushing and pulling got the nose round a bit further, not far enough, but further....

I tried pushing the nose into the opposite bank, hoping the engine would push the stern round. It did, but with the wind "helping" I ended up pinned against the opposite bank. The tide was still rising, so at least I wouldn't get stuck there!
Eventually, after a bit of "forward and reverse" on the engine we shot off the bank backwards - straight towards the club Commodore's boat. I stuck the engine in forward, nothing happened, I got a screaming engine and was still heading for the boat. I cut the engine as I thought it was stuck in reverse and fended off as best I could, the only damage being to my self-steering. That can be sorted easily over the winter.

So, engine restarted, gears seemed to work fine....

We headed off down the river, just to the slipway and back. I stopped for a chat with the Commodore just before the slip, the engine stopping and restarting fine.
As he got in his car and drove away I began to turn the boat to head back to the mooring, that's when I found I'd got no drive!
The engine was running fine, but I'd got no propulsion, forward or reverse.
The big oar was pulled out of the cabin and I paddled it to the visitor's mooring, another member grabbed my rope and helped pull me in.
It only took ten minutes to lift the engine out of the well, where it was soon clear that the shear pin had broken, that's what it's there for I suppose!
It must have been when I was trying to get off the mud a few minutes earlier. There are old mooring chains buried in the banks, amongst other debris....
The more worrying thing was to find that the plastic nut which holds the propeller on was loose, the cotter pin which should prevent it coming off was missing! Could easily have ended up losing the prop.

I had spare shear pin and cotters, so the repair took a couple of minutes.

Coming back onto the mooring Gregory seemed a bit worried I was going to hit the Commodore's boat again, as he was  telling me to stop well before we got to the mooring!

The "spares department" on the boat will also contain a prop and nut in future! 

Rolling at anchor

It's a problem I've suffered from more than once, I'd guess anyone using the anchor has had the same. At best it's uncomfortable, at worst it's throwing things off the worktops in the boat and making me feel sick!

In the venerable tome "Cruising under sail" an answer is described, the "Flopper stopper" as it's called in other places....
A triangular piece of wood, weighted to make it sink and at one corner to make it sink faster! Suspended from the end of a boom out abeam of the boat, the idea is that the weight allows it to dive as it's lowered, but it pulls tight as it's pulled back up with the rolling of the boat. The theory is that it dampens the roll...

I've often heard (from experienced sailors) about nights spent rolling uncomfortably at anchor, and have wondered why the flopper stopper has never been mentioned. Gone out of fashion? Been forgotten? Doesn't work?

I've decided to give it a try. I've knocked one together from some scrap plywood and brass I had lying in the shed.

I'll let you know if it makes a difference.

Just a pic.

Taken by Charles on the trip back from the Skegness YC BBQ.  I thought it merited it's own post.

Another BBQ!

This is a very different post to my last one, another BBQ, but no sailing. This is just a quickie to record the Saltfleet Haven Boat Club BBQ 2011.

As it's my club, I didn't need to sail, just turn up and eat!

I got a few pics of the visiting boats arriving, Alex came on "Runic" from the Skegness Yacht Club and "Will O Wisp" came from Fosdyke marina. "Floozy" was already there, having sailed from Wainfleet the previous day.

The moorings had never looked so busy, boats actually rafted up!

The night went well, the food and entertainment was plentiful, and some new friends made.

I'm already feeling like I want to sail again. Nothing too strenuous, but I really do enjoy being on the water.

Yuan Hang translation.

I got no response from my appeal here for a translation of "Yuan Hang", so I asked at the Chinese forum at   http://www.chinese-tools.com/forum

Their answer was "Sailing far away", pretty close to what I'd found myself. So there it is!

Just to brighten things up, this is a pic of me on the way upriver after the excitement of the return from the Skegness BQQ.

Skegness Yacht Club BBQ and giving up sailing....

I've left off writing up this trip for almost a week. I know I'm usually a bit slow updating the blog, but this time there's been a reason.
If I'd written it last Saturday evening, while at the BBQ, I'd have been writing a very different story.
And probably putting the boat up for sale.....

I've mentioned my health problems briefly, I suffer from Psoriatic Arthritis. Recently it's been getting worse. After the Tyne trip I was exhausted. This trip almost finished my sailing off altogether.

Feeling rough, it was 50/50 whether I made the BBQ trip, but it was just a short run down to Wainfleet Haven from Saltfleet, 20 - odd miles, in company with 2 boats from my club. The weather forecast was good. In theory it should have been a doddle. So I decided to go.
Three of us spent the night sleeping in the clubhouse, Billy and John would be going on Billy's boat. Tony and Charles would be arriving early and sailing Tony's Seawitch.
After an hour or two of banter, we settled down for the early start, 5am!
John was up early and wouldn't make a move without toast and marmalade. He managed by using the shelf from the oven to hold the bread over the gas ring! I did my best to help him eat....

Billy led the way out of the river, me in the middle, Tony bringing up the rear. A N/E 3/4 giving us an easy but rolly trip down to Ingoldmells where we'd drop anchor to wait for the tide to get into Wainfleet.
It was around 15 miles before the "lunch break" and after about an hour I was aching, badly. After another hour I was cursing every wave that bumped me against the cockpit sides... I really wasn't enjoying it. More than that, I wanted to get off the boat. I'd had enough.
By the time I was halfway to my break I was so tired I kept nodding off, literally dropping off to sleep for a second or two at a time before the bouncing boat woke me.
We all went our separate ways to the anchorage, then met up to drop the hooks. By this time I was so shattered that I just went below and slept.

I was woken by the sound of Billy's shouting, he'd been circling me and trying to rouse me for quite a while!
I called back for him to sail on, saying I'd catch up.

Then I had to get the anchor up. I made my way to the bow before I noticed how hard the tide was running. I tried pulling on the chain, but with what must have been 3 knots of current, I failed miserably to move the boat.
I went back to the cockpit and started the engine, leaving it running just above tickover in gear, then went back to the bow. Even with the help of the engine I had to pull in chain when the bow dropped off the waves, and try to hang on as it rose!
After a while the chain started coming aboard, slowly....
My arms hurt, my back hurt, my hands hurt, but up came the anchor, eventually.

Back in the cockpit I pulled up the sail and knocked off the engine, sat back gasping, and tried to catch my breath. I wanted to go home.

I noticed that we were now four boats, I later found out we'd been joined/passed by "Piper" from the Humber Yawl Club, also on their way to the BBQ.
As we neared the Wainfleet channel entrance I counted another three boats waiting.

When the time came we were led through the tortuous channel, snaking back and forth, boats further back in the queue sometimes being closer to the moorings than the lead boat!
Billy wasn't in the queue, his engine had refused to start, he'd be towed in after we'd cleared the way. Tony was ahead of me until his engine died! With so little room to manoeuvre in the channel I thought it best to leave him to be rescued by the club launch. Soon after I'd passed him his engine started.

That was when I'd started to feel smug, having the only Saltfleet boat without engine trouble (for once!). Karma then bit me in the ass and I ran aground.....
Being stuck in an almost direct line between two starboard markers, I assumed I was stuck on the starboard bank. I tried the engine as hard as I dared, nothing moved. I waited a while as the tide was still rising, then tried again - still nothing.
Tony then came towards me and tried to go to the port side of me, as he assumed that's where the channel was. He ran aground.

I once saw a poster hanging inside the McLaren F1 factory, it simply said "Assume nothing".
I stuck the engine in reverse and backed straight out into the channel. I'd been on the port side of it despite what the marks were telling me!

I chugged on up to the moorings, a few of the Skeggy club were on the bank and told me where to go. I went past the slipway and turned the boat round in the time-honoured local way - turn hard and head for the bank, the nose gently hits the bank and the stern swings round.
I had a bit of help tying up from the locals and sat down for a much-needed rest.

I'd been warned that the bank sloped steeply, and I'd be better off if I let the boat sit six feet or so  from the mooring. Ropes rearranged, I headed off to the clubhouse for food.
It must have been all of 200 metres, but felt like a mile. My legs and back hurt and I felt very tired. Not really in the party mood....
The BBQ was extremely well organised, lots of food, drink and seats. I settled for a seat.
I noticed Steve and his son Michael, who had lent me the engine in Bridlington, so had a chat and swapped notes on old engines! He insisted on buying me a beer, I didn't try too hard to stop him.

Not feeling like eating, I took my pint for a walk. The others from Saltfleet hadn't arrived yet, so I went a slow walk down to the moorings to see where they were. I found the boats, but nobody aboard, must have missed them somewhere. I carried on past the Wainfleet visitor centre ( It's a wildlife/birdwatching hotspot), stopping to rest every now and again, as I made my way back to the BBQ.

Back there I treated myself to a plate of food which I struggled to eat. I'd only had John's toast since waking, so knew I had to get it inside me!
A great night was had by most, I sat feeling miserable, contemplating sailing back to Saltfleet in the morning. It didn't appeal.
I did win a bottle of wine on the raffle, so the night wasn't a complete failure!

I headed back to the boat early, probably 10.30pm, to find another problem.
The tide had gone out leaving my boat leaning away from the mooring, too far away even for the short ladder I'd left on the mooring, expecting to need it. The gap must have been around ten feet.
I thought about sleeping on the grass, but in T-shirt and short trousers it might have been a bit chilly....
I'd noticed a pile of timber on the bank nearby and used three lengths of this to build a bridge to my boat.

Once onboard I found the angle it was at was so severe that I was worried I'd be the final straw which tipped it on it's side!
I slept on the cabin sole.

Waking early, the water was just lapping around the lowest parts of the hull. I got off the boat and took a few pics of the boat and the bridge before re-stacking the timber and waiting for the tide to pick the boat up.

I went a walk down to where the other two Saltfleet boats were and agreed a time we'd be leaving.
Billy offered to let John sail back with me as he knew I wasn't well, I felt a little better and said I'd be fine on my own.
Back onboard the now level boat I had a bite to eat before starting the engine.
I motored down to where Billy and Tony were now leaving, bringing up the rear. That was until Tony's engine failed again...
I hadn't got far past him when it started again.

We all made it through the channel without further trouble from engines or grounding, then pulled up sails and headed north. The plan was to sail all the way to Saltfleet before anchoring to wait for the tide to get in.
The wind was now  2-3 S/E, so pleasant, gentle sailing. The forecast was for it to rise to a 4 or 5 butt still from the S/E.

I still felt tired and sore, but some formation sailing brightened the day and lessened my resolve to sell the boat!

As the wind picked up we put a bit of distance between ourselves and made our way to Saltfleet, finally anchoring at around 12.30. High tide wouldn't be until around 7pm. The wind was now F5 and made it an uncomfortable wait ahead. I slept again, to be woken by being thrown across into the mast. Sticking my head out I could see the waves were now around six feet and the wind around an F6.
On the radio Billy and Tony were talking. Tony had lost his anchor and was now sailing around until we could get into the river. He also had no engine and would have to sail into the river, at least the wind was in the right direction, if a bit on the high side.

After another hour or so Billy said he'd go and check the channel for depth, he has the smallest of the three boats and a lift keel. It was more than a bit worrying to see him being thrown around in the channel. Coming back out he said we needed to leave it a while longer. By now I'd got my anchor up, I'd gone to the bow with a line with a large carabiner attached, I clipped this onto the anchor chain and went back to the cockpit. With the engine on I motored forward and pulled the anchor free, then used the line I'd put on to pull it back into the cockpit.

The plan was for Billy to lead the way in, followed by Tony with no engine, me at the back. This worked until Tony got turned around by an extra-large wave, by the time he'd sorted things out he was behind me.
On the radio he asked Billy if he'd got his keel down, reminding him that he had a draft of 2 feet 3 inches. I quietly pondered my draft, 2 feet 10inches!

Billy led us in, surfing on waves of at least 6 feet, just before I reached the bar I saw Tony behind me being turned sideways again, only briefly as he caught it and straightened it up. As I crossed the bar I touched the bottom, bum clenched, the next wave came and lifted me 6 feet before I touched down again. Another wave and I was in!
Ahead of me the channel turned right to run parallel with the beach, the waves were breaking over the bar. A large one hit Billy's boat, knocking it over at least 45 degrees, sending John across the cockpit. The boat soon popped back up and they carried on. The next big wave hit me, but with more freeboard and a heavier boat all I got was a wet top half.

Once in the river the water flattened out and we made our way up, knowing it wouldn't be too far, but far enough to be safe and comfortable.
I soon touched the bottom, closely followed by Tony, Billy simply pulled his keel up and headed for the moorings.
Tony lifted off before me and left me to wait for the tide. I soon joined the convoy.

Back at the moorings I edged around Tony's stern, there still wasn't enough water for him to get on his berth.
As I neared my mooring I was baffled to see Billy being pulled in by someone on the bank. It turned out that his engine had died just before he crossed the bar on the way in. He'd managed to get the jib rolled out quickly enough to save himself!

After tidying the boat and loading the car we all had a chat. It had been a good day - we'd managed to get away with it! Billy had measured the wind at F7 before we came in!

I explained how I'd felt and said I'd have to be a bit more fit before I'd be sailing again, still quietly thinking about selling the boat....

A week later I'm thinking that, on a nice day, I might enjoy a day on the boat.

A very busy morning!

I probably managed a couple of hours sleep altogether, divided up into half-hour stretches, eventually waking properly as daylight started to creep into the boat.
I first checked I was still in the same place, although I'd been doing that all night by GPS. I wouldn't have been too popular if I'd dragged onto the gas pipes coming ashore at Easington!
Happily I hadn't moved, even better, the wind had piped up from the west. This was about F3/4 and, if it continued, would get me safely across the Humber.

I got ready, not difficult as I was still fully dressed, and pulled up the anchor. The tide was in my favour, and with the wind being helpful I was soon heading towards the very busy mouth of the Humber.
Without an engine I'd have to judge it carefully, if things were going wrong I'd be able to head north again, but changing direction in that sort of way isn't recommended in front of a few thousand tons of tanker...

I'd put plenty of waypoints in the GPS, many of them were buoys marking the ship channels, so at least I knew where I was!
The river was as busy as usual as I made my approach, ships heading both into and out of the river, pilot boats, windfarm boats, fishing boats. The bum cheeks were firmly clenched...

As I neared the channel the flow of traffic out of the river eased, it was obvious that not much went against the river current. This made the job a little easier.
There was still plenty of metal heading into the river.
I had to sail around a while waiting for my gap to cross, by the time it came the wind had got up to F5, which would help.

I headed across the channel with bum cheeks still clenched, keeping an eye on the one ship heading in which, if it was going particularly quickly, could spoil my day.
About halfway across the channel (so out of the inbound lane) it became clear that it was going particularly quickly! I was halfway across the outbound channel as it passed astern. Closer than I would have liked, but I don't think I upset anyone as the VHF stayed quiet!      
I was soon across and clear of the shipping channel, bum relaxed...

The only thing now between me and Saltfleet was the Donna Nook bombing range. This meant heading out to sea for about 4 miles, before coming back in just south of it. If the range was closed I could sail straight down the beach to Saltfleet. Then the VHF came to life. One of the windfarm boats was asking if the range was open. It wasn't. He headed out around it, I followed.
I did sneak inside the buoys marking the furthest corners of the range, I didn't expect bombs to rain down there, and it would save me a few minutes.

The problems began when I turned back to reach Saltfleet from near DZ4 buoy. The wind was still F5 from the west, which wasn't too much of a problem, but the tide was running strongly south. On the port tack I was making a little progress north, a little west. On starboard tack I was going south!
I tried for an hour, and made my way slowly to a point around halfway between DZ4 and DZ5, about half a mile. I had another 3 miles to go. At that rate I'd not make the channel at Saltfleet until after high tide if I made it at all.  
I phoned Billy, Commodore at Saltfleet to see if there was anyone around who could give me a tow. He said to give him a few minutes to see what he could do.

After a while I had a call on the VHF from the Coastguard. Billy had been in touch with them to explain my situation, he'd not been able to find me a tow without coming out in the RIB, which wouldn't have been a good plan in the current conditions.
The Coastguard had tasked the Mablethorpe lifeboat, which was already on it's way to me. They were soon in touch by VHF and astern of me within 15 minutes.
A crewman was put onto my boat and the tow was soon set up. Being towed at 6 knots through 4ft seas, I got wet. Very wet, but relaxed and very happy to have the help.

The lifeboat cox was having trouble finding the tidal height at Saltfleet and asked my advice. I'd been planning on heading into the river at around 11.00, and said that anything before 10.30 would be pushing our luck, so we waited for a while. Around 10.30 I rang Billy again, he said it would be OK to head in, and he'd meet us in the RIB, so our little convoy headed upriver, Billy in the RIB, the inshore lifeboat, then me on the end of a rope!
The lifeboat dropped me at the visitor's mooring, then left after a few laughs and many thanks. Billy took the engine off the RIB, I swapped it for the little Yamaha and headed up to my mooring, three weeks and a day since I'd left.

I was exhausted. The last couple of days had taken all I'd got left.
In the clubhouse, Billy made the tea and we had a chat for a while before he drove me back to his place where I'd left my car. He said he'd got jump leads if it wouldn't start after being sat for so long. After all the engine trouble I'd had I wouldn't have been surprised to have more....
It started as though I'd only been gone an hour!  

Scarborough to Saltfleet. Almost....

After a few days of rest at Scarborough, the weather looked like it was going to let us do the final leg back to Saltfleet. The plan was to sail as far as possible towards the Humber and anchor somewhere there, before heading into Saltfleet the next morning. Much like I'd done on the way up three weeks earlier.
Bridlington was going to be avoided for two reasons. Firstly, I felt like I'd been away from home for long enough, I was aching and tired - I needed a proper rest. Secondly, Brid isn't yacht-friendly. The walls are tall and the ladders are vertical and dirty. At the moment they've got a dredger and barge working which takes up a lot of room, this means visiting boats are forced into a distant corner, sometimes rafted 3 deep.
Ali has never been keen on ladders, and with her not feeling too well since we left the Tyne, I thought it best to miss brid and head straight for Saltfleet.

So, early on Sunday morning we left Scarborough and headed south with a nice F4 N/E to carry us along, the downside of this was it would be a "rolly" day with seas having hundreds of miles of the North Sea to build up behind us....
Quite early on it was clear that Ali wasn't enjoying it much.

With Filey Bay behind us, Flamborough Head was the next landmark and a big milestone in the journey home. I was a bit worried that the seas off the head would be rough as the N/Easterly was still blowing F4/5 as we approached. I decided to stay at least a mile off to avoid the worst of it.
A mile off turned out to be too close!
The seas were being reflected off the cliffs north of Flamborough, making it quite an "interesting" passage. Confused seas with the odd 8ft wave coming from any direction, the boat felt very small and was being thrown about like a cork.
A headed a bit further out to sea with little difference, a mile and a half away from the cliffs was still unpleasant. I knew that we would be in the lee of the cliffs soon, so gave up on trying to avoid the worst of it and headed back closer to the cliffs as we were now almost due east of Flamborough head. Half an hour of being thrown around, collecting a few bruises and a few more aches, and we started to get in the lee of the cliffs.
It was like being picked up and dropped into a different sea!
5-6ft seas (with the occasional big one!) suddenly became 1-2ft. Time to relax at last.

The last few hours had left me very tired, even after a few days in Scarborough I had little spare energy. I was aching all over and needed a rest.
The wind eased as I headed down the coast, gradually making my way inshore, until I reached Ulrome. The tide was now against us and progress had slowed. Ulrome looked like a couple of houses surrounded with caravans. I did't mind. I dropped the hook, dropped into the cabin and dropped off!

Not sure how long I slept, maybe 30 minutes.
I woke to find Ali looking green and extremely unhappy. The boat had been rolling badly in the swell coming from the N/E as I'd slept.
I pulled up the hook and started sailing again, I knew the motion of the boat would be much better under sail, although it didn't seem to help Ali...
With the wind now down to F2-3 and the tide running against us, we were making very little progress. I'd decided to carry on as the tide would be changing soon, and I wanted to make as much progress south as I could before dark.
Then the weather forecast came over the VHF. Tonight would be F4-5, and still from the N/E.
With Ali looking worse all the time, I was worried she could be seriously ill if we spent the night rolling badly at anchor. The only choice then would be to call out the lifeboat.
I turned the boat round, started the engine, and headed back for Bridlington.

After a while Ali poked her head out of the hatch and looked confused, although ill, she still knew the coast was on the wrong side of the boat!
I explained my decision and she went back below clutching the bucket.

The engine seemed to be coughing a bit more than normal as we approached Brid, I'd been used to the odd moment of spluttering, but it was now every couple of minutes.
I called Brid harbour on the VHF, but got no reply, so headed in.
As we rounded the first of the fishing boats inside the harbour I was directed to tie up to the dredger until the tide was high enough to reach "Yacht corner".
I'd stopped the engine to hear the directions, it took a good few pulls before it reluctantly fired. It pushed us towards the dredger and stopped again. We waited there for a while, then were told to move further into the harbour. The engine didn't want to play again. A couple of aborted starts got us towards where we were going. I was getting too tired to keep pulling on the starter, so got out the big oar and paddled us up to the side of the extremely tall fishing boat I'd been told to tie up to.
This boat was so tall all I could reach to tie to was a ladder set into it's side. Ali was getting worried that she wouldn't be able to get off at all!
I guessed that with all the comings and goings, we'd be able to move to somewhere more suitable soon. Eventually we were rafted on the outside of two fishing boats of a more reasonable scale. Ali wasn't really comfortable, It would still mean climbing across two boats and then tackling the vertical ladder, but there was no alternative.

We decided it would be best for Ali to go home by road, and she called her sister. The next day she would drive down from Newcastle, pick Ali up, then take her home before driving back up to Newcastle!

I then set to trying to sort out the engine. It was now refusing to start at all.
I stripped out most of the ignition system (again....), cleaned plugs and points, checked all the wiring. Still no sparks...
I then got some help from a boat moored nearby, "Sunshine" turned out to be from the Humber, crewed by Steve and son Michael who were long-time friends of a good friend of mine - Ted, another Humber sailor and almost a neighbour!
It turned out that Steve was a motorcycle mechanic. He came aboard and went through my electrics, coming to the same conclusion as me - the condenser was on it's last legs.

He offered me the use of his dinghy engine, a tiny 2hp Yamaha. After some work to get it running (it had lain unused for over a year) it ran well and seemed to move the boat around the harbour OK when we had to move to allow a long keeled yacht to lean against the wall.
So, with my engine lying on the cabin sole, the plan was to set off the next day using Yamaha power!

The weather forecast in the morning wasn't so good. F6 mentioned. I decided it might be a poor plan to set off into that with only 2hp to get me out of trouble if I'd needed it crossing the Humber.
I got on the phone and ordered a new condenser from Bill Higham in Manchester, he couldn't get hold of the right part, but told me he'd send one that would do the job although it would have to be mounted differently.
I pulled the big engine back up into the cockpit and fitted it back in the well ready for the new part...

It turned up the next day and I spent an hour or so bolting it on and wiring it in.
It still wouldn't start.        
I'd now really had enough. Yesterday's forecast had been wildly wrong, I could have been back at Saltfleet by now.
I decided to swap engines yet again, then  set off as soon as possible with 2hp behind me!
I'd got everything ready to go, so went to start the engine. It wouldn't!!!!
I'd been bought up on old 2 strokes, so guessed a new spark plug would help. I found a motorcycle shop in the town, replaced the plug, then tried again. It started first pull!

There was quite a bit of chop in the harbour entrance as I edged slowly out, the little Yamaha screaming away, but I was soon out and pulled up the sail and stopped the little Yam.
An hour or so after leaving I could see the clouds building over Brid. Big and black. As they edged out from the coast I was reminded of the squall I'd met just before reaching the Tyne. I pulled on all my wet weather gear and got ready for the deluge.
It didn't happen!
The cloud rolled over me, hiding Bridlington from view altogether, but although the wind picked up considerably, there was no rain. Just thunder and lightning! Lots of it.
The weather eventually blew over and I continued south, trying to get as far as Easington where I could drop the hook for the night.

As the light started to fade I started to make my way inshore, the wind had now gone S/W - better for a night at anchor, but on the nose for getting close enough to the beach to drop it!
I started the little Yam, pleased as it fired up and ran like a little sewing machine. Making a couple of knots I gradually got closer to the cliffs. Then it stopped! Suddenly. In a "seized up" sort of way.
Pulling on the starter said different, it wasn't seized but did feel very tight. It would fire, but no way was it going to run.

I thought of dropping the hook, then remembered that the tide was still  going the right way!
The wind had almost died now, but the little bit there was helped get me further south. Very slowly.
As  it began to get dark I was passing Easington gas terminal, then the wind died altogether.
The tide and my planned course just happened to coincide, so I drifted slowly past. I watched the GPS and decided to drop the hook once I'd stopped going south.
I just made it past the gas terminal when it stopped. I dropped the hook and gradually let out chain as I started to drift back north.
Too stressed to sleep properly, I crashed out on top of the gear in the cabin. I knew that if the wind didn't co-operate in the morning I'd be getting a tow from the lifeboat...

Runswick Bay to Scarborough.

After all the excitement of yesterday, with big seas and dragging (floating!) anchors, I was hoping for something a little easier today.
It's about 20 miles from Runswick Bay to Scarborough, passing Whitby on the way. Although a pleasant spot, I'd decided against going into Whitby and getting as far south as possible as Ali was still feeling under the weather.

We left the bay under sail, but very slowly, and, with the tide ebbing against us, the pot markers along the route were keeping up with us! Engine on again...
The wind picked up a little later, and the foul tide eased, so we could do some sailing.
Whitby was soon behind us, the destination for a Dutch boat that gave a friendly wave, a welcome sight on a fairly boat-free stretch of coast.

I was still having to tack as we passed Robin Hood's Bay and progress was slow.
As we neared Scarborough the wind had changed and we were pushing along at 4knts, aiming to reach the harbour around high water.
The last couple of miles flew by as the wind increased to a good F5 and the tide got behind us, at one point I  saw 7knts on the GPS!

Near the castle I radioed in to let Neil at the marina know I was back, then dropped the sail. As we motored in Ali made her first appearance in the cockpit, still feeling very "green".
She was just in time to see a porpoise ahead of us, then a little later a group of 3, it looked to be 2 adults and their offspring. Ali loves dolphins, but this was close enough to make her day!
All that was left was to beat the daytrip boat into the harbour and tie up.
I'd remembered that Scarborough Yacht Club bar opens on a Wednesday evening, you'd be forgiven thinking I'd planned to arrive on a Wednesday.....

The usual friendliness of Scarborough showed itself again when I asked someone where I could buy petrol, almost without thinking he offered to take me in his car, so this time that job was done early!
Eddie made us welcome in the club in the evening, giving me use of their computer to check the weather forecast. It didn't look too clever, and with Ali still needing a break, I decided we'd have a few days "holiday".
The plan was to do the chip shop, beach, rock and all the tourist bit before leaving on Sunday.
To be honest, after the last few days of sailing solo, I needed a break as well!

Engine update.

I got the head gasket yesterday, decided to take my time with the rebuild, so spread it over 2 days.
Just finished bolting it back together, dropped it onto the test tank (big blue bin!) and connected the fuel.
5 pulls and it started.
Runs better than it ever has, starts really easily now, usually first pull.
Left it running in the tank for a while for things to settle in....

Happy chappie!

Heading south.

After a weekend ashore, which helped to recharge my batteries, it was time to start the return journey. Ali was going to be coming with me, so I was hoping for an easier trip as she was good on the helm.
The plan was to go down the Tyne with the tide, it's 7 miles and seems a lot longer! The snag was that the ebb started in the afternoon, which didn't leave much time to get anywhere after the run down the river. I decided to drop down to the mouth of the Tyne in the afternoon, then drop the hook off Herd Sand, South Shields, for the night. We could then set off south early the next morning.

So, extra gear loaded, I said my goodbyes to the excellent staff at St.Peter's marina and we headed off downriver.
The engine still had the occasional miss-fire, but nothing unusual....
The wind was behind us, so I had the sail up as soon as possible, sailing is what I was there for! With the tide ebbing, we were soon at South Shields and dropping the anchor.

The pilot book had warned of the chance of the anchor fouling on the bottom there, so I buoyed it just to be on the safe side,  we were only in about 2-3 metres of water, but I didn't fancy having to jump in to free the anchor if it got stuck!
The wind and tide were conspiring to cause the boat to shear about, so I tied a line onto the chain, let a few more metres out, then took the other end of the line back to the cockpit. With this pulled in, the boat sat at a better angle to the wind and the shearing stopped.
We eventually settled down to a peaceful night's sleep, but I wanted to be up early as Runswick Bay was the target, and in a straight line it was 35 miles away...

Up at around 5am, I got the boat ready to go, then went forward to pull the anchor back up, half-expecting to have problems. Despite the pilot 's warnings it came straight up, so the chain, anchor and still-attached buoy were dropped into the anchor locker. Something I'd regret later....
Out between the piers and the sailing was perfect, the wind was from the west and about F3. Marsden Grotto, Souter lighthouse, then Sunderland were soon behind us.

As Seaham came abeam the tide was against us, and it seemed to take forever before Hartlepool came into view. The wind wasn't helping much either, having gradually backed and increased all morning until I was hard on the wind with the seas building to 3-4ft. Uncomfortable.
Due to the early start, Ali had still been asleep when I left the Tyne, and as the bouncing and slamming increased she was reluctant to sit in the cockpit, so stayed below, reading.
A while after passing Hartlepool the wind backed more, and was now a S/E F5 with some stronger gusts. Tacking with the tide against us didn't seem to be getting far, I worked out that it would be dark long  before we reached Runswick Bay, somewhere I didn't fancy entering without some daylight.

I made the decision and started the engine. A little later I dropped the sail as it wasn't helping a great deal!
After an hour or so the wind was up to F6 and the seas were getting bigger. I thought about a change of plan and consulted the pilot book. Hartlepool would have been easy to reach, dead downwind, but the pilot strongly advised against entering in a strong S/E....
I hoped that if I stayed well inshore, once we'd passed Middlesborough we'd get a bit of shelter from the coast until we reached Runswick Bay. So on we went.
For the next few hours the wind stayed at F6 and S/E, this meant that we were pushing into 6-8ft seas by the time we reached the shipping channel into the Tees. There was a fair amount of traffic here, so it meant a bit of hanging around for a good gap before I could cross. As soon as I started I could see a couple of large tugs on their way out, but guessed correctly that I'd be across the narrow channel safely before they reached my  position. A bit of added stress I didn't really need though!
As we approached Redcar and the coast, I realised the shelter from it was going to be minimal, at least the seas were down to 4-5ft...
This didn't seem to help Ali much, she was suffering from seasickness and I couldn't persuade her to come out of the cabin.

Anchored off Redcar, right where I wanted to sail, was some sort of floating platform, enormous - oil rig scale. A bit of research tells me it was the "Tog Mor" http://www.allseas.com/uk/59/equipment/tog-mor.html  This meant I had to get a little closer to the beach than I'd planned, it gets a bit shallow here. At one point the depth showed less than 1m below the keel, with the wave height still at 3-4ft I was more than a little nervous!
Salt Scar is a long reef off Redcar, and I had to head out to sea to make sure I cleared it, but once past that, the way was clear to Runswick Bay, still another 12 miles away.
We passed Skinningrove, a place I'd like to visit in better weather, then were amazed to see half a dozen or so swimmers off Staithes! In wetsuits, probably surfers, they seemed to be having fun as I shivered, wet and tired past them....
Port Mulgrave, or what's left of it after being blown up to prevent the Germans invading North Yorkshire, still held a few small fishing boats. I've no idea how they manage in any northerly gales!
Eventually, after 7 hours on the engine, bouncing around the cockpit, being drenched in saltwater, aching all over, I could see into Runswick Bay. Relief!

I motored into the S/E corner to get as much shelter as possible, then, in about 4m of water I cut the engine and went forward to drop the anchor. I dropped it overboard along with the buoy I'd tied on at South Shields. I let out some chain, no idea how much really, I was absolutely shattered. We'd left the Tyne around 6am, it was now about 9.30pm. I'd had nothing to eat or drink all day, and felt like I'd been on the wrong side of Mike Tyson...  
Ali was still ill, so I ate something - no idea what, a lot of this evening is a bit of a blur.
I'd been keeping an eye open on our position until I dropped off to sleep, we seemed pretty much static, so the anchor must be fine I thought.

Around 4am I woke up and had a look around. The cliffs that had been fairly close last time I'd looked were different somehow, more distant. Out of the other side, the village wasn't there at all.
I jumped out into the cockpit to discover we were drifting gently out to sea!!!
It was fairly calm and we were still in the middle of the bay, so luckily in no immediate danger. I went forward and pulled up the anchor. There was a lot of chain out and I couldn't work out why we'd dragged. That was until I realised the buoy I'd tied on at South Shields was the problem. It was on about 5m of line, plenty for where we had been when I needed it, but as the tide had risen at Runswick it had lifted the anchor out!
I untied it, then went back to motor us back into the bay.
I dropped the anchor (without buoy!) and went back to bed, although I couldn't sleep after that scare.

Engine problems.

Since getting home, I've had the chance to sort out my outboard once and for all. I hope...

The problem has been ignition-based. During the trip various "repairs" had made a difference. Cleaning up and setting the points, insulating the cracked wire to the condensor, new spark plugs, etc.

At home I'd got an almost complete engine for spares, the snag was that it had electronic (CDI) ignition where mine was the old points and condensor setup.
So I thought it would be better to upgrade the one I was using with the CDI setup from the old one. Couldn't use the other engine, it had a cracked engine block.

A quick look and things appeared fairly simple, the extra bits bolted onto the block, the pulser coil fitted where the points went, etc.

I might have been a bit wrong again!

Pulled off the camshaft pulley to swap the points out. The pulser coil didn't fit - the casting on the cylinder head was different, only slightly, but different.
So that'll be a change of cylinder head as well then!

The donor engine had a cracked block, this had been due to a seized and broken stud in the cylinder head. That meant I first had to drill out the broken stud, another job on the list...
While doing that I worked out why the previous owner had been trying to remove the head. The internal water passages were blocked with salt/calcium deposits, this had probably caused overheating and failed head gasket.
So cleaning the passages out was added to the list!
A couple of days later and I had a usable head.

I didn't have a head gasket for a rebuild (still waiting for that) so decided to leave what was left of mine in place and bolt the thing together temporarily so I could at least get the electronic ignition together and working.

So, head back on, pulser coil fitted, cam pulley bolted on.

The flywheel had to come off next, so I could change the ignition coil under there.
It actually came off easily and the parts swapped without a problem!

Then there were a couple more bits to fit. The CDI unit bolted onto the inlet manifold. Mine didn't have the casting to bolt to, so had to swap that with the one from the other engine...

Then there was the reverse switch. Of course, mine didn't use one at all. Fitting that included swapping the gearchange linkage and pivot arm!

Minor one, the stop switch connector was different, so chopped  off mine and fitted a bullet connector to match.

Eventually the wiring matched the diagram I had, so I fitted the spark plugs into the leads, held them against the engine and pulled on the starter cord.

It sparks!!!

Good big sparks, for the first time since I've had the engine.

So yes, you can convert an old Honda 10hp 4 stroke to electronic ignition.
But you need the cylinder head, cam pulley, inlet manifold and gearchange linkage as well as the complete CDI setup and wiring loom to do it...

Now I need that head gasket....

Running out of petrol.

I mentioned it in my last "trip" post, but only briefly. The whole story is a bit more interesting!

Since I'd fixed the engine in Scarborough (or thought I had....) I'd still had the occasional misfire, it would run rough for a couple of seconds before picking up again. This happened every half an hour or so. Looking back, it's something that has happened since I got the engine.
So, when it coughed and spluttered going up the Tyne I though at first that it was the same old thing. That was until it stopped!
I was near some moored fishing boats, some looked derelict, others were in better shape, not that it mattered much. I pushed the tiller over and hoped to grab hold of one...
The tide was ebbing, so I didn't quite make it. I was a few feet short of even attempting to grab anything, so I scrambled to the bow and dropped the anchor before I ended up back out at sea (or bouncing off a ferry!).
The anchor held and I tried starting the engine. It fired up, but not for long. This was when petrol crossed my mind...
After checking the tank I realised I wasn't going anywhere tonight.
I made a plan, which is an unusual thing for me to do. I'd start the engine, hoping for enough power to get me to the fishing boat   which was about 10 metres ahead of me and a couple of metres nearer the riverbank, get a line onto it before the tide took me back, then relax.
I tied  a line onto my boat ready for use, fired up the engine (after pumping the priming bulb for a minute or so) and aimed it at the fishing boat!
As expected, the engine died before I got there, but there was enough momentum to carry me up to a tyre hanging off the side of the fishing boat. If I could just get a line through it...
Leaning out of the cockpit, left leg through the companionway into the cabin, I just managed to grab the tyre by my fingertips as my boat came to a halt. Then the tide took over!
As the pressure of the river Tyne pushed the boat back my arms stretched, my leg stretched from the cabin and I realised I was onto a loser. I let go, the boat settled back onto the anchor.
Plan B was the same as Plan A, I just hoped that I could get a bit closer this time.
Pumped the priming bulb again, fired up the engine again, this time I opened the throttle wide and hoped for the best.
This time I managed to get a line through the tyre!
I tied it off and slumped into the cockpit, knackered.
After 10 mins rest I readied a couple more lines and climbed onto the fishing boat. Stepping over holes in the deck, I pulled Yuan Hang up level with it and tied up for the night.
I sat back in the cockpit for another rest...

It was about 11pm, so the chances of getting any petrol tonight were slim, but I thought I might as well go and explore a bit, at least find out where I was.
I climbed over the fishing boat (actually, the derelict ex-fishing boat) and onto some dodgy floating pontoons made from sleepers and plywood, then up a ladder into what turned out to be a scrapyard, locked. I thought the best plan would be to get some sleep, then surprise the scrapyard workers in the morning!

After an uncomfortable night, half-expecting the derelict I was moored to was going to sink and take me with it, I did the assault-course trip back up to the scrapyard. There was a guy working on a forklift truck who, as I explained I'd run out of petrol in a boat, didn't bat an eyelid.
He gave me directions to the, luckily nearby, petrol station, and I went for essential supplies.

Once the tank was topped up, the engine started easily and I made my way up to St. Peters Marina.
I couldn't have been made more welcome, tied up in the visitor's berth, my battery on charge in the marina offices, I had a shower before being picked up by Ali and her sister for a weekend on dry land.