Sunday, May 26, 2013

Should of gone to London




Visitors dock at Lowestoft Cruising Club
May 12 - Nice sail up to Lowestoft but wicked cold!   We departed with a reefed main due to forecasted high gusts.  The canvas enclosures are a blessing.  The tide finally changed about halfway and we went from crawling at 4 knots to 8-9 knots....occasionally 10...with our reefed main!  Arrived just time for the 6:00 p.m bridge opening. The Commodore, along with the Dock Master of the Lowestoft Cruising Club, were waiting at the dock to take our lines.  Remarkable on its own but more so when you consider it was raining. We are enjoying our visits with small yacht clubs.  They remind us of ours, Appalachee Bay Yacht Club, at home.  With that on my mind, I want to say hello to Lorna Tweedie, one of ABYC past commodores.  King and I both send wishes for a speedy recovery. 


The lift is sitting at the end of the rainbow! A message?
As luck would have it, the place we had considered lifting out is located directly across the river from our berth.  The weather is the pits with no let up in sight until next week so King's brain went into overdrive.....What to do with our time?  My thoughts were running along hopping a train back to London, maybe dinner and a show.  King, however, had other ideas, like painting the bottom.  Did I mention it was raining and cold?  We located a decent hotel within walking distance of the Cruising Club and the dock master had agreed to let us use their dinghy dock to tie up at night.  All set for the haul out today but the winds are blowing a houlie at 45-50k!  Should of gone to London.....


May 16 - Lift off was scheduled for 4:00 today.  To put it mildly, I was a bit nervous about this haul out.  We realized way too late the forward bar on the lift does not move so King had to position our head sail to within inches of it for the straps to get even a minimum grip forward on the pontoons.  King did a remarkable job guiding her in.  The crew had studied drawings of Ostinato's underneath layout prior to our arrival so they were well prepared.  With all that said, I don't think I breathed from the time the straps went under the keel until she was settled down on the hard.

Holding on by a wing and a prayer!



The jobs list was short.  Pressure wash, sand and paint the bottom, raise the water line, change the zincs on the prop, and replace the air intake for the diesel heaters with ones that we had purchased at the Southampton Boat Show last summer.  As a result of all this fun activity, I am now sporting navy blue fingernails which as you might guess is the color of our new bottom paint.  The good news is that we found a disaster waiting to happen with a bad rubber bushing on the starboard prop and got a definitive YES on the "will the boat stand evenly on its keels?" question.  This means no more diving to change the zincs if we can find a nice sandy beach to dry out on.  Thankfully our stay at the Winelodge was brief.  Everything that was said in the on-line reviews was true, including that the hall lights, which are motion activated, do not seem to recognize the presence of short people so unless King was with me I ran through pitch dark hallways to reach the room.  In four days, our list was completed and we were gently splashed back in the water. Many thanks to Leon Smythe who provided everything from tips on getting the water line straight to a cuppa tea and to the fabulous lift operator and his crew from Eastern Marine Charters.


Remains of the ship that guarded
 the river's entrance during WW2
May 21 - No respite in the weather.  The wind continues to howl out of the North.  Latest forecasts indicate  it may be another week before we see the return of southerly winds.  Its looking a bit tight for making the Caladonian Canal before June 8.  We decided to wait out our time back at the Lowestoft Cruising Club for a few more days so we could take advantage of 7 days for 5 slip rental and do a little sight seeing around Oulton Broad.  The area, including a lake and marsh, is believed to be man made as a result of medieval peat cutting used for fuel.  hmmmm.




May 23- If one is to believe the forecast, it appears that we will finally have a small weather window on Monday and Tuesday.  We plan to head for Hartlepool which is an overnight run, our first since the Scillies.   We are sorry to miss Whitby but Hartlepool, 30 miles further north, appears to be an easier transportation site should the north winds capture us again. 

Apple Pie
Reward for tearing down the head
While waiting for the weather, we took care of some much needed maintenance.  Bright and early in the morning, the head decided it could take no more and became an all day affair.  After hours of banging and poking, King finally gave in and pulled the hose out of the boat.  He, along with a few members of the Cruising Club who stopped by to watch the excitement, banged the hose on the docks finally breaking the sediment up enough for water to run through.  Everyone and everything smelled of poo by the end of the day.  But....the head is running very nicely now.




Have I mentioned its cold..let's add some hail!
May 24 - Walked the 3 mile + round trip to the marina closest to the town center today.  We had hoped to move there earlier in the week as it is on the other side of the bridge which has limited opening times.  However, all of the hammerheads are full and charges for inside berths are at 1 1/2 times the normal rate because of the big girl's width.  The plan now is to move on Sunday (26th) so we are sure we won't get trapped by the bridge....the memory of the lock in Ipswich is still fresh!  While checking out the marina we met other cruisers who are also waiting to head north.  It looks like there will be a small flotilla of 6 boats, and possibly Wings who is still waiting in Ipswich, will heading out as soon as the winds shift. 


Disappointing news arrived today.  Our daughter, Barbara and partner Michelle will not be able to join us for our crossing to Norway in early July.  A long awaited RFP finally hit the streets with due dates right in the middle of her planned time with us.  Maybe Thanksgiving.









Monday, May 13, 2013

King Takes A Mud Bath


We only planned on spending a few days in Ipswich but here we are, still snuggled up at the end of the harbour. 

May 2 - We found another option to be lifted surfaced thanks to contacts made through the CA.  This is another commercial yard but prices are anticipated to be more reasonable.  In the meantime, we have located yards in Scotland that can handle our width so no worries except for the zincs which haven't been attended to since Gosport. We can't find the commercial yard on the Internet so its time for a road trip. I will spare you from the fun we continue to have driving on the "other" side.  Just let me say when King suggested extending the rental for another day, my interest was less than enthusiastic....something akin to "no...hell no".  But I digress. 

Spring has arrived at Sutton Ho
The good news is the lift can pick us up.  The bad news is there are no shower facilities on site, or hotels in close proximity.  While we can survive this if we don't do the work, I know King and even if there are 10 people painting the bottom, he will be right in the middle of it all.  We will have to think about this.  On the way home we stop by the Sutton Hoo site to see the replicas of the hoard (originals are in the British Museum) found aboard the burial ship a half mile uphill from the River Deben.  (Must have been some funeral.) Spring has finally arrived!

May 3 - A third option is to simply let the boat dry with the tides.  A new thought for us but there is always a first time at everything, right?  We use the last hour of the rental to drive to a recommended site but left unenthused.  Heading back to Hertz we decide that a marina that dries may be a good option to see what kind of shape she is in and change the zincs.  Directly in front of Hertz is the Orwell Yacht Club.  Is this fate?  These wonderful people not only agreed to take us under their wing for our first dry out but Brenda, the Commodore, gives us a ride back to the Haven marina where Ostinato is moored.

May 5 - We are scheduled to leave in the morning for the Orwell Yacht Club but have just been notified the locks are broken.  Only boats less than 6 meters beam can get through.  That leaves us locked in!  The dry out is rescheduled.


OYC in Ipswich at high tide
May 8 - Arrived at Orwell YC just before high tide. Lots of help has arrived and after a nice cup of tea its determined that we will not fit on the drying out posts.  Change of plans, we are drying out at the dock.  Neither of us understand the significance of this until the water leaves and Ostinato keels disappear in the mud.  Peter, the OYC Mooring Master, walks over to the boat making it look easy.  King jumps off the boat and immediately sinks in to his knees.  The stuff is like quick sand.  It's nip and tuck if King's boots are goners.  We have sunk so much they have to dig out a hole in the mud to find the zincs.  The good news, they look great!  The even better news, the bottom looks great also!  YEA! 


Help I'm sinking!
Peter makes it look so easy



 








OYC stop by to help us celebrate Ostinato's first dry out
May 9 - Our departure this morning from OYC promises to be exciting.  The wind is 20 knots plus out of the West and has us pinned to the dock.  Maneuvering room is tight to say the least. There is a chain directly behind us and no space at the bow.  The helpful OYC crew is back in full force to help drag us off the dock.   All, I'm sure, hoping that we will avoid wiping out any of their boats.  Peter, and his crew, man the launch boat.  Two more come aboard Ostinato to manage fenders.  Black smoke roars from the launch as it strains to pull Ostinato away from the dock.  We miss wiping out the twenty five footer tied up directly ahead of us by a hair.  I'm so glad the owners are not aboard.  Finally, Ostinato swings out and after a quick untie from the launch boat, King heads her into the channel to depart.   The channel is narrow and is shared with Foxes, a busy marina sitting next to OYC.  As we come around the first bend, I hear King begin yelling expletives....not to be repeated here.  I look up to see not 2 but 3 sailboats rafted across the narrow channel.  No way the big girl will fit through there.  The wind is blowing like stink and there is simply no where to go.  Visions of crashing yachts flash across my mind.  From the decks of Ostinato, I can see the eyes of the crew on the rafted yachts pop out as Ostinato swings into their view.   Feet begin to fly but there is not enough time.  King swings her to port and heads out of the marked channel into an area that dries out at low tide.  The OYC members from the launch boat and those still aboard give us hopeful encouragement as we move out on the wrong side of the channel markers somehow finding enough water to keep afloat until we eventually find deep water again.  Absolutely nothing like a little excitement in the morning to get the old heart pumping.  Ostinato is back at Ipswich Haven Marina.  A few of the OYC members stopped by to help us celebrate our successful dry out.









May 11 - Weather permitting we will stick our nose out into the North Sea tomorrow morning.  Next stop Lowestoft about 50 miles to the North.




Spring has finally arrived!
OYC members jump in to help get Ostinato settled

Waiting for the tide
King gets pulled from the mud
I know there's a prop in there somewhere!
King gets mud walking lessons
New babies entertained us as the tide departed


Keels in the mud
Spring launching

OYC members made and operate their own lift