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  1. 25 points
    Monday 14th May This is a tale of my 4 night hire of Brinks Jazz(4) as a solo sailor, which commenced Monday 14th May. I need to preface the account as to how I came to be hiring solo. My wife and I have been holidaying at least once a year on the Broads since 1973 and it's always special for us. Last July I lost her which has turned my life upside down. We were due on Silver Symphony on the 16th June last year. The day before she developed abdominal pains and needed an emergency operation which took place on the 16th. She was recovering slowly but eventually contracted hospital acquired pneumonia, and being so weak following the operation was not able to fight it off. The months since then have been hard but thinking of what's left for me, and taking a little inspiration from ChrisB and others on here, I called Silverline and they agreed to let me solo hire Symphony for a week on the 22nd June. This is still the plan. A few weeks ago I came across a price for Brinks Jazz which worked out at £365 for the 4 nights including fuel and damage waiver for the 14th May. It had been heavily discounted. I had always wanted to experience a dual steer cruiser to get that "upper deck" view. But as Doreen could not swim, I did not like the idea of her clambering on the outside decks to get to and from the driving position so we always hired forward drive cruisers. I agonised over how I would feel without Doreen but eventually decided to take the chance that it would be OK. After all it is only a month or so before the Symphony holiday and I was going to have to face it then. So I booked Jazz 4 and decided as it was only a short break I would travel down from Leeds by train. We used to travel by train many years ago so this would be a change and avoid me making the 4.5 hour drive down twice in the space of 5 weeks. Interestingly I found that the first class fare was just £1 more expensive than standard class. So first class between Leeds and Peterborough with plated breakfast and coffee at my seat, then standard class from Peterborough as there is no first class accommodation from thereon. I arrived at Wroxham station at around 1pm and took a slow walk down to Barnes as I thought I was very early for takeover. By 1.15pm I was in Barnes reception and surprised to find that Jazz was ready for me. Stepping on was mixture of curiosity and sadness but not overwhelmingly so. I unpacked then went back to reception to obtain my life jacket, which was one of the self-inflating types. We have our own at home but clearly it was not an option to bring it on the train - unless I wore it to travel in! It would have been redundant anyway unless someone left the toilet taps running. I was surprised also to learn that the life jacket was not fitted with the auto-inflate mechanism when it gets wet. You have to pull a cord which is less than desirable in certain circumstances. Within minutes the handover chap was at the door to talk me through everything. At around the same time my grocery order I made through Asda was delivered - perfect timing. On learning I was a regular cruiser, the Barnes chap proceeded to inch me out of the little bay that lies just under their Sail Loft. Jazz was the second in of 5 boats going out that day and it takes two people to squeeze the boats out and around other bows. It reminded me of pushing one of those frozen ice lollies out of its wrapping. I did not want to set off for my destination that day (Horning) as early as I was hoping to moor outside Ferry Marina when their takeover boats had departed. So the chap placed me on the outside - riverside - so I could go as I please. At around 2.30pm I departed the moorings using the "flying bridge". It would prove the easiest vantage point to see myself in and out of mooring spaces. That first manoeuvre went well so it instilled me with confidence. You have to consider that this was my first time sailing solo and initially I found it un-nerving. A slow cruise down through Horning brought me to the moorings I was aiming for at Ferry. One boat had just pulled out - obviously still under tuition - which left two spaces, thankfully together at one end. I reversed the boat in, not without the small drama of having to cope with a strong breeze trying to carry me away. The strong breeze was to be a feature of my time on this trip. Safely tied up, the kettle went on and I sat back and relaxed watching the river traffic go by. Later that evening I walked along to the Ferry Inn for a meal and to get off the boat for a while. It seems the Ferry Inn raises different emotions in people but I would always return. It's somewhere Doreen and I returned to each time we were on the Broads. Memories came flooding back but in a nice way. I had the 10oz rump with all the trimmings and it was very nice. I moved nearer the lounge window after the meal and settled into reading my paper and observing the different sets of people before retiring back to the boat. By 11pm I was plum tuckered and retired for the night. Sorry this is so long. When I started it I imagined it would only be a few lines and some images each day, but I thought it right to "set the scene". Anyway, more tomorrow. Norwich Yacht Station - from Norwich train station Brinks Jazz 4 is the last boat pointing towards the Sail Loft
  2. 25 points
    Heavy sigh.......there are kids being blown up in Syria mindlessly the homeless and many a lonely oap has just sat through a nasty violent cold snap .many a family will be worried sick about paying the gas bill when it drops through the letterbox come on people lets have some perspective and let the thread drop off the end of the page finny
  3. 23 points
    It was a funny old day yesterday in Norfolk. Blast me that were hot, I dint know what to do with meself what with her a naggen on an on about all the things that need doin. So I though wot I’ll do is have a little sit under me new gazebo. (My last one blew away last year onto Halvergate marsh somewhere). Well as soon as I got settled that started. No not her, Rodgers bloody combine, I knew suffin was up cos everytime he goes backwards in it a loud siren goes orf to tell anyone daft enough not to stand behind it. Well you never saw nuffin loike it A gret old cloud of chaff come out of the thing…………..and fell on me and me new gazebo, and that’s not all, half on it went in me cup of tea that she hed brought me. Well I sed to her I sed come on together I’m orf to Reedham I sed. And so orf we went. To sit on me wall. Well when I got there I hed to go roight down the end, past the Nelson to park me car, you know the bit nearest the bridge. Well no sooner had I got settled than she sed to me she sed we wunt stop long she said cos we hed got a lot to do. I think that she does it on purpose to wind me up I do. The quay was a full of boats, all shapes and sizes, and the tide that wus a cumin in loike I’ve never seen afore. That wus goin so fast some of them boats goin up river could hardly steer and those goin down river well some on em hardly made any head way at all, at all. Now that what I’m about to tell you is the honest truth. In front of me was one of those here picnic boats I dunt know why they call them picnic boats. How the hell do you have a picnic on a boat, there int no where to lay your rug and everyone to sit round it is there? Oi did not believe me eyes. On this boat there was a load of young uns together with an older women. There wuz 2 boys and 2 girls the rest of em bein in the pub. Well they hed all put their swimmin gear on. Trunks and bikinis and all that malarkey. And that’s not all they all had large rubber rings loike you see on a beach. Well I thought that’s a grand old do. I hint never seen anything loike it in me life. They then started to go down the heading to find a space between a boat to get in the water. Now as I said afore, that tide was a runnen fast, they wont had stood a chance. Fust of all they would have been swept up river as soon as they hed got in. And another thing how would they hev got out? Not on the quay or the reed banks further up river and no man or beast would hev been able to have swum against that tide. It would have been all hell up. I dint no wot to do. So I sed to her I sed I think that I ort to have a word I sed, and she sed “if you wish darling.” I wuz just about to say my bit when a long came that new quay assistant bloke. Now that was fourternut fortinut fortunit lucky, cos he has his lunch break up until two a clock. Now I thought that he would hev bin in a bit of a lather with them a wanting to go for a swim orf his quay. But all he sed to them wuz if you go in you wont get out and I wont go in for you. They started to moan but he dint hev any onit and he sed to them he sed get back on the boat he sed. Now wunt that a rummin!
  4. 23 points
    Monday 05th Feb Even with the high walls around the Marina and the water level low at 0400 we could tell it was blowing a hooley. Robin, the Master of Indy has made his decision and would meet us at GYA. No problem we had our secret weapon onboard who has participated in tall ships sea going stuff so no issues with being light on crew numbers. Preparations for sea were done in the normal manner. Paper charts, electronic wizardry, almanac, vhf checks, nav lights, radar, etc. Bring Indy’s two main engines up to warm, generator on, shore power disconnected, secure internally for sea. The crew were well versed in securing for sea. Check the wx forecast, Yep as we had expected, force 8 predominantly from the East with a sea state of rough with a short swell – Just fine and dandy. I took mysen off for a five minute spell in a quiet area before we slipped Indy’s lines. I always tend to do this, check the wind strength / direction, tidal flow if any, other hazards be that pontoons / craft / buoys etc and get it in my head how best to carry out the evolution. In this case it was to turn Indy about in restricted waters within the marina, proceed out of the channel into Dover Harbour, then deal with getting out to sea proper. It was obviously still dark, cold and not inviting but we had made our decision to go. Crew were briefed in the normal fashion, that being safety and MOB procedures. This was done every morning before sailing, especially if new crew members had joined. Then it was onto ropes / fenders and the need to communicate loud and clear with me on the helm, that would have been better if the upper helm had been in operation but we would deal with it as it was. We slipped Indy’s lines then brought turned her on her main engines (No need for ***** buttons), the deck crew busily stowing ropes / fenders. Exiting the channel into Dover harbour was a lot less stressful than the night before but I was still somewhat apprehensive due to the wind in close quarters and bearing in mind this was only my third time on the helm. A call to Port control, we had to wait for a ferry to come in, then we were clear to proceed out of the East exit and commence our journey proper. Howard on the Plot then asked me ‘Did you shut your port light’? - Chuffin eck – NO! We were clear of the breakwater, Indy was already tentatively starting to feel the swell. Brian onto the helm, me go forward to shut the port light – Tooooooo late, about 2 x gallons of water was in the recesses by the window and the flat storage cupboards. Ten minutes later all secured and mopped up. What a schoolboy error, I was that busy organising everything / everyone else I omitted to organise mysen – Humble apologies all round. Auto pilot engaged, sea state increasing by the yard. Bring rpm’s up to about 2000, 14kts SOG-ish (We had a long way to go.) check radar / AIS for contacts, up to flying bridge, use MK1 eyeball for contacts etc. It took about 1 x nautical mile for the Auto pilot to start displaying weird information, about a ¼ NM later and it was getting worse than weird, I took the decision to disengage it before it packed up altogether and leave us with the possibility we would not be able to regain manual control. Shortly afterwards it died completely. Brian was on the helm at the time just monitoring so of course he got the blame for breaking it!. We would just have to commence watchkeeping on the helm, 30mins about would do it, following a course on the magnetic compass. About the same time that we lost the auto pilot we also lost our blue water sailor, swift exit aft to the aft heads where ‘Huey and Ralph’ were summoned and that was him done for, for the rest of the journey. The green ginger or whatever it was he swore by was now being sworn at and consigned to the old wives tale bin. The sea state was just as bad as the evening before. That in itself was not an issue as I knew both Indy and the crew could manage this. What was an issue was that we were only too aware that the sea state was forecast to increase, especially as we sailed through the Thames Estuary area as we would be well away from land. We also knew that although at present the swell was hitting Indy on her Stbd bow, we would soon have to alter course to port putting the increasing swell on her Stbd side. I would have to keep a close eye on those wing fuel tanks and balance them accordingly as best as I could. Sea state yesterday was around 8ft or the tops of the waves the same height as Indy’s bow / foc’sle. We were already at that, this meant reducing rpm’s to match the sea state, which was the last thing I wanted to do with regards to our eta at GYA but it had to be done, no use pushing her too hard or making life overly difficult for the crew The sea state picked up as we progressed, now it was getting proper rough. Again I had to reduce rpms and try to balance the speed to the sea state, this of course is not laid down in any marine manual of sailing, it is more a seat of the pants thing. We duly altered course as we rounded the Eastern end of Kent with the sea on the Stbd side. The wave height was now topping higher that the saloon roof, if the rollers had been spread out it would have been easy but they were short and sharp. We were now experiencing solid green water on both wastes as well as the foc’sle. There is one opening window on the Stbd side and it was leaking when a particularly large rogue wave caught us. The sea water was landing straight onto a 240v socket that was conveniently sited to receive it. Our Wizard cured that one using paper towelling and gaffa tape but the damage was done, we lost 240v throughout every system onboard. Great, no microwave or kettle for the foreseeable then. I ventured down into the engine room again to investigate but nothing seemed untoward, the generator was running quite happily, gauges all showing within parameters but no 240v was being delivered to the main switchboard. The switchboard itself was showing everything was in order. I would have to get Howard down here in t engine room, this was his speciality Work on the helm became just that, hard work. The only bonus of being on the helm was that one was sat down, hanging onto the wheel so you at least would not fall over or get thrown around the saloon. The rest of us just had to hang on as best as we could. We dare not go any slower as we needed the helm to respond smartly when dealing with rogue larger goffers. I made numerous trips to check on Doug, update him and reassure him that all was to the good. I of course considered bailing out and seeking a safe haven, they were many to choose from but this would have made life awfully difficult for the crew to get home that evening, not to mention Robin getting to us. Besides, Indy was coping with it and I knew that once we got up to around Sizewell that the sea state was forecast to calm down to a moderate as per yesterday. We pressed on. Brian our resident Crabfat was starting to succumb to the conditions, mentally his was as strong as ever but eventually the violent motion got the better of him and off he went at the rush. Great - I’m thinking, that puts us down to three operational crew. Then the Wizard made an announcement. The way he pronounced it certainly lightened the mood. Unexpected, out of the blue in a sort of surprised voice and more of a revelation to himself rather than to the rest of us - ‘I’m feeling seasick’! and off he went too. Never, I thought, just me and Bro’ left standing, this was going to be somewhat taxing. I had my own responsibilities to attend to and so did Bro’ this was going to be a very busy trip for the rest of the day with just the two of us. How wrong was I? Both Brian and Pete, although visiting the heads as and when required, both squared their shoulders and carried on regardless – Much respect to them both for managing that, that takes grit, determination and immense mental strength. On one memorable occasion, Pete shot aft to the heads. On his return he explained that Doug was cuddling the porcelain telephone and Pete was snookered. So to the galley sink he did dance, tap on, Stbd digit used as a macerator on the plug hole and he managed just fine – Clever lad! The Williams Rib was making groaning noises, this necessitated me visiting the flying bridge via the aft monsoon deck to keep checking the straps and doing my look out thing at the same time. Bro’s visit into the engine room nearly finished him off. He reappeared in the saloon hanging on to the overhead rails not speaking but taking long slow deep breaths. After he had composed himself, he said just two more minutes in the engine room and he would have been yakking in the bilge! (I could have slept down there!) He could not see anything wrong, so I shut down the generator. Talking of sleeping, Brian actually did fall asleep for five minutes stood up leaning on the back of the helms seat! That’s the thing with being in these sea conditions in a boat of Indy’s size, the amount of physical effort just to stay upright, move location or do a set of rounds etc is immense, it really takes it out of you physically. It was during one set of engine room rounds (This was one of my regular duties) I noticed water on top of the s/steel escape ladder rungs, just how the hell had water got there then? Doing the taste test I was surprised to discover it was salt water to. Now I was really perplexed as to the source. Until another huge goffer rocked Indy over onto her port side, salt water spray was finding its way past the baffles on the port side and into the engine room. Good - panic over then. On we pounded, our latest eta was 1730, we got word from Robin that the latest the bridges would lift was 1615. Not a prayer of making that in these conditions. Right then Team Indy - let’s give it a go shall we? Can we make Robins deadline of 1600 at Haven Bridge? This was no jolly trip, we were delivering Robins pride and joy, he had set us a target, Indy was capable, were we? I was damn well going to give it a go. We had nowt to loose and could always admit defeat and slow down again. I nudged Indy’s throttles up a gnats knacker sack, waited for five minutes then gave her some more in very small steps. My thinking being that if I did it in insignificant increments, then Neptune wouldn’t notice. I mostly got away with it too. Had to throttle back now and again, but the sea state eventually did abate slightly, by Sizewell I had them donks singing at 2’500rpm and we were flying sometimes making 18kts SOG, through the water probably more. I could have opened them up even more by Southwell but 3000rpm is flat out, that puts maximum strain on the donks, g/boxes and gulps fuel and would have been pushing her to the limit, besides the sea state was still far to sever for any more. After a few miles I calculated our new ETA, Bro did the same with the electronic wizardry and were in sync, our new ETA was now 1600 at the bridges, we would make it! At this news we felt like we were already there! Bri and Wizard had found their sea legs again, Doug was still living and breathing down aft so all was to the good. We passed a commercial small ship about 500 tons or so, she was on a potential collision course with us, we were the stand on vessel, Rules of the Road applied, she altered course in plenty of time, no drama and we passed safely. I remarked to the lads, just look at how she is getting tossed around, are they bonkers coming out in these wx conditions in a ship of that size? The looks I received from the crew in the saloon said it all! We arrived at Town House Quay at 1555-ish. Doug generously assisted us with the upper deck gear, he still looked fragile but was determined to assist. Alongside, Robin stepped onboard, Indy’s master was back where he belonged. We had made it! Job done. Mission accomplished Sir. And that was as far as we went that day due to circumstances beyond our control as reported previously in this thread. Personally I ached everywhere and was physically shattered, even my earlobes hurt! Myself and Bro got set to, to fathom out that 240v issue. There was a 45amp breaker that had tripped due to the ingress of salt water on the socket. What should have happened was just the ring main in the saloon tripped, but nope the 45amp breaker was taken out. Thing with that was, there was no tally or information of there being a 45amp breaker onboard anywhere. It was only Bro’s technical eye that decoded the wiring diagram that discovered it on paper. Finding it was a Sherlock moment, but find it I did and all was restored to the good. Robin now knows where it is located for future reference. I can safely predict that Independence will never again go to sea in anything like those conditions at all ever. And if she does, I can also safely predict that I for one will not be onboard either! Was I worried for Indy herself? No - We had done sea trials, knew what she was capable of, never got to her limit, nor did I want to push her to her limit either, that would have been reckless, not to mention life threatening. The crew limits, well they managed just fine. Robin made a very brave decision which turned to out be 100% correct and he has my admiration for cajones big enough to make that decision. Doug learnt a lot about himself (And green ginger too). Brian – Said he would never do it again but what a determined sterling effort, especially for a Crabfat, huge respect to him. Wizard – apart from muttering this was the worst sea conditions he had ever been in on a vessel of this size and that if he had been on his sea boat he would have cast a spell or failing that called the RNLI ! You need to remember he is a genuine Wizard after all, we would expect no less from the likes of him. Bro’ – Howard – when his mindset is on the job, then all those years of looking after nuclear reactors / generating plant etc onboard Polaris / Trident submarines in sometimes very taxing conditions, meant he was never going to be beaten by this delivery trip. That memorable sea trip from the Thames to Lowestoft onboard ‘B.A’ was in my eyes far more dangerous that this one on Indy. Indy is a Cat A built to withstand these conditions, ‘B.A’ most certainly is not. Me? – ‘Just another day at the office’ Griff
  5. 23 points
    Robin came up for a word, could we alter our destination to Dover and get out of this sea state? Well yes, we could but there would be implications, a short term gain would mean longer term pain. I knew that the next day’s forecast was due to be worse than the present one today with a forecast sea state in Dover / Thames of moderate to rough, added to that it would make the last leg longer to travel. On the plus side we would avoid arriving at Ramsgate at low water, in the dark with a gale blowing. Then there was Robin himself to consider who really did need some respite from this scenario. Dover it would be then. Howard altered the navplan to suit, I was into the charts and the almanac. Now heading for Dover meant we could alter course further to Stbd to ease our passage with regards to the swell direction, then coming round to Port for a straight run into the West entrance. It made both transits longer but a tad more comfortable. The almanac stated that a pilot boat would guide us to our destination, this was a welcome nugget. It was now dark, rain and still that swell to deal with. Vhf call to the HM at Dover Marina confirming they had room for us, then a vhf call to Dover Port control. We didn’t have to wait and we could come straight in and to call again when ½ mile from the breakwaters. We were somewhat relieved to enter the west entrance, the sea state abated to a more comfortable level but still not safe for the deck crew to do their thing. Getting into Dover harbour was fairly straightforward, finding the narrow entrance to Dover Marina however was a tad more challenging. With Local knowledge it would have been a breeze. To us though it was most confusing, the light pollution was not good. I could see red / green lights but there was a huge wall between us and them, the charts and radar was telling us where we were and where the mouth was but could the naked eye see it? Sort of but not confidently at all. By now the deck crew had got the ropes / fenders ready in all respects. Robin was now with us and offering his eyes too, decision made, we proceeded - straight to a huge sea wall on the ships head! Nope - ‘Round again class leader’ then the vhf burst into life, it was Port Control. ‘Are you ok and do you need assistance’? To which I replied ‘Yes we are fine and your assistance would be appreciated’ (Just where was this ere pilot boat to guide us then?) With vhf assistance (The port control using their radar of course) we once again were faced with a narrow entrance to what looked like a dead end but was assured we should proceed, I was now helming one handed with my other hand hovering over the engine controls ready to go astern, dry mouth, port and Stbd lookouts telling brain this was not correct, but vhf assuring us it was, deck crew offering verbal advice, there was certainly plenty of information flowing - Voila! we could see at last! It became oh so apparent where the actual channel was, this was better. I helmed Indy in mainly using just her engines, we could now see our intended berth opposite the lifeboat but there was a yellow marker buoy in the channel slightly over to Stbd, no mention of it on the chart or almanac, no mention from the Dover marina HM either who could now see us apparently, so I took Indy to port of it which seemed the most obvious course which was the correct one as it turned out. Doug was there to take our ropes, then we were alongside and secured at last. What a day. We popped over to visit the HM, paid our dues etc. Back onboard Nigel and Pete were a welcome site. Shortly afterwards the lot of us trooped off to Wetherspoons for our dinner. It was over dinner that Robin declared that he may not be sailing with us in the morning but would make a decision in the morning. We discussed options, the wx forecast, crew numbers etc. Indy would sail in the morning come what may with the wx forecast in hand. The crew numbers would however be subject to confirmation. Back onboard, get tomorrow’s charts and electronic navplans ready. No dvd this evening, by around 2300 latest it was lights out, we would have to be up at 0400 for an early start and a very long day to have any outside chance of making the bridge lifts at Great Yarmouth Griff
  6. 23 points
    There have been a number of posts that I had not seen, or when I did failed to read them and understand all of the points raised in them . However, last night I went through the thread from my first post and read everyone’s posts however I want to address this to Ricardo because of the numerous occasions you had addressed points to me and I will explain my feelings, and try to have a very open mind to your own. Ricardo, you said to me: Thank you for accepting that I have the right to do things in my own way and I do very well accept there are a number of people on this Forum, you included, that have many years of boating experience and above that also mechanical and electrical hands on experience and knowledge far greater than my own. I am also very open minded to asking for help and advice when I need to and would take on board such advice given to me. I also appreciate that to many boat owners their boat means the world to them and a real emotional bond is forged because it represents a great deal of money, hard work and pride and provides them with the opportunity for freedom and and relaxation together with a social aspect of sharing the same with family and friends. I don't for one moment want to ride roughshod over such people and I respect what they do or (or do not) with their boats because that is their choice and business and what works for someone might not for me but that does not make me right or them wrong. You do however keep raising the point about advice being proffered but me ignoring it, me making mistakes that could prove costly, or ignoring people and or their experience. You feel that to do such is not only foolhardy, but it is insulting to you or other people who may have tried to help. I do not ever set out to offend anyone, and I try to have a very broad outlook on the world, and people whoever they are are and however they wish to live their lives because I know I may be seen by others to be 'odd' for living my life the way or do or doing what I do and I would not want to be judged so I do not judge others. By not judging you tend to also try not to offend, and I hope you will see what I am doing here is that - sharing my side and trying to understand yours and meet in the middle. You saying that I may have been insulting in my actions or ignoring experience and advice lead me go over each and every post to identify those where I may have done this and I am sorry but I can find no such instances. You have yourselves commented on a number of things I have said and questioned the point of why I may be doing them - an example was about batteries. I stated: "... First I want to see what sort of batteries and capacity we have and how much space there may be for additional capacity and that will likely need an upgrade from the current Sterling 240v 20Amp charger in situ...." And you said in reply to this point...: And if I may use that as a an example this is what causes both of us to perhaps get into a bit of a 'grind' over something. You see I did not raise a point, or question or seek opinion, or advice about the batteries on the boat. I know not what they are, how many they are or how much more I could fit. I simply stated that I wanted to discover what capacity the boat has, see if space can be found to increase that capacity and upgrade the 20Amp mains charger. Why did you not just ask as a matter of curiosity why I would like to do that? I could then have explained my reasoning, you then could have imparted to me your own experiences with batteries and charging of them and so the conversation could have flowed and though not directly proffered, or asked, by so doing I may have learnt something just from the resultant exchange of ideas. But having asked me why you then did share your own experiences with your own boat, its battery bank and charger but I took what followed not so much as giving me advice, despite the fact you said that the boat has been doing just fine as a holiday boat all this time, and that to upgrade things from what was already there would be a total waste of money and only be for the sake of it. You also said perhaps it is time for me to stop guessing and start to ask questions as to what works. But do you see how saying that that may cause me to react and feel? You are telling me your view point which is fine, but you are also effectively pushing it upon me. You are 'telling me off' for not asking things and guessing and telling me that what I had planned would just be a waste of my money. Now you may feel that you are in fact being helpful to try and save me some time and money and that I should just see how things go for the time being and you gave an example of how effective your set up is to give a real world example of what can be achieved. If that was your intention then I am sorry, but the way you had written the above it did not come over as that, to me. You also have said: Let me try and explain my logic. On Independence the engine room bilge pump began to play up. When I lifted the float switch the pump would not operate, but when I put the float switch down then low and behold the pump began to run - continuously. Jiggle the float switch and it would turn off, but it might also turn back on and work. Of all the things you want to be reliable a bilge bump is one of them. I decided that the float switch was at fault and needed changing. I also thought the bilge pump may have been in the boat since it was built so that could be changed too. Since NYA were working on the boat, I called them to request a new bilge pump and float switch be ordered and fitted. I was called back some time later to be told that there was no need for a new float switch, or bilge pump since the problem was a wire which had degraded and was loose causing a short circuit. They replaced the wire and re-wired the set up in a better way. It was was nice that they had been honest and only done the work that was needed. I am using the above as an example since it shows on a small scale how I feel and do things on a larger scale. I could have shot some video of the issue with the bilge pump, and having shared such here I am sure I would have been told that the symptoms looked very much like a loose connection. With that help, I could have gone back to the engine room got down and had a look - seen the wire was indeed at fault and used the tools and spares onboard to fix the same. It would have cost me nothing. But you see, it would have meant me going back into the engine room, getting back on my hands and knees locating the problem, removing the float switch and wiring and taking time to fix it - or I could just ask NYA to sort it - being a lazy type I opted for the easy route in a flash. So can you now see that while we may not agree on the methods of solving an issue, I am surly free to decide the route to having that issue fixed - even if it may be so frustrating to think that a few minutes of time, some bits and bobs already on the boat could have sorted it for no cost. In a fortnight I will be spending a long weekend on Broad Ambition, not having a nice cruise down the river but spending a lot of time on my hands and knees helping Charlie with Dek King, helping fit solar panels, fasteners, running cables - you name it. Just as I removed the headlining bought and fitted extra down lights and wire them up in the past, I am not that much of a 'plonker' with things and I am happy to roll my sleeves up and I enjoy the learning curve and pride that comes with that. I am also happy to let others do it such as NYA on Independence for nothing other than to make my life easier. I do not judge you, I do not mean to upset you or ignore you or your experience, but I would never think of questioning your ways, choices and decisions whatever they may be and If I make mistakes and they cost me then is that not punishment enough to be 'hit in the wallet' if something goes amiss? I am not saying to others follow my lead, I am not commenting on people looking to do things and telling them not to bother and just get a yard in to do it all for them - neither am I pushing my point of view over others - no. I am just sharing what I am doing and allowing my own character to come out and I don't think I should be seen as offensive to make statements and share all the exciting and new upgrades that I wish to have done in the little boat to make her that bit more suited to me.
  7. 22 points
    Hello - one of the new owners here! She's beeen bought as a family boat, and one part of the family are not part of the forum. However, I was an active member for quite a few years, going back to about 2007 I think - soon after NBN began. My wife and I sold our last boat, a Broom 35 European called Blue Macaw, in 2010. Life got busy, and boating took a back seat. I rejoined the forum a few weeks ago and have been lurking while the purchase of Friday Girl proceeded. John, my wife and I had the pleasure of meeting you and your wife some years ago - it was an NBN meet at Waveney River Centre, I think probably 2010? We came in another family boat, a mahogany top Broom 30 (since sold), and (unless my memory is playing tricks) you were there on Friday Girl. You told us how great Alphas are, and we had already wanted to own one since before then. Little did we know ... I'm sorry to see the circumstances that led to the sale, and I wish you all the best You can be assured that Friday Girl is already much loved by her new owners. We are all absolutely delighted with her. She will be cherished and looked after very well indeed. As a family (the generation prior to me) we've been boating on the Broads since the 1950s. We're based on the northern Broads. We live in Norfolk, just 20 minutes away, and will not resist the pull of frequent skivings-off to the boat. Everyone, give us a wave if you see us, but if it's the non-forum part of the family they won't understand the forum thing! We'll be out and about tomorrow, whatever the weather. Best wishes, Bruce
  8. 21 points
    Well, it's all over , a week of wall to wall sunshine , many many fish and many beers with a few whisky chasers aboard the lovely Pacific Diamond from a very family friendly professional boatyard . I will get this bit over with , and try not to reference it too much in my tale ( I will dig out an old thread and explain more later maybe if I feel it's right) but I wasn't feeling my best on the couple of weeks lead up to my MUCH anticipated holiday, and it took a while to relax into broads mode. So that's the negative out the way. Light hearted from here on I promise Ive not written a thing down!! So it's all from memory , so a few mistakes might and will be made I'm sure!!! Myself , the gaffer, and 15 year old lad set off 30 miles north of Edinburgh for the 450 mile journey on Thursday 1900. My 19 year old daughter , despite some serious cajoling, pleading and to be fair emotional blackmail , decided that 19 year old uni " dudes" have better things to do on a summer than go to the broads. Ibiza , parties and boys all came in the way apparently. I'm not sure what this Edinburgh uni is actually teaching her. Strange girl Peterborough Premier Inn was first stop which we arrived around 2330 . A quick half for a night cap and a good night sleep was had , breakfast ( okay for the £9.00 ) was had with lots of fruit juice and coffee and on the road again. Arrived at the boatyard at Loddon around 11.30 , said hello and went back into the village for supplies. The lovely Fiona at the boatyard had said our boat should be ready around 1300 , so there was time to get some fishing supplies and a beer and a game of pool in the pub . I won this game of pool, not the sign of things to come so in future I might just say " we had a game of pool" Back to boat yard , the sun was working hard , car unpacked and pretty much all things stowed when I got the handover . All very professional , not rushed and any questions I had answered with thought and a smile. I've been with this yard once before , and many others before so a trial run was not needed and down the Chet we went about 1400. Is there a happier time than setting of on your first cruise , with the whole holiday ahead , and as a wee Brucie bonus , the forecast of 99% guaranteed sunshine . Beer opened and rods built as big junior slowly and skilfully took us down the narrow wynding Chet . He has been boating a long time and really is skilful knowledgeable broads skipper. A quick stop at Cantley , really just to play with the first time had! bow thrusters , a quick look in the pub and menu for return journey and off into the sunshine we sailed ( or is it cruised technically ) . The New Inn at Rockland was target destination, chosen by the skipper of the day. ( we had made a rule , off the cuff, that who ever was driving, was in charge of the tunes!!) and he remembered a few years ago getting a fantastic burger there! So we cruised past the quiet moorings on the way in, looking for a nice first night fishing ( and reading for Mrs W) into the lovely summer dusk hours. All these seemed surprisingly busy so we thought we would check the other side on the way out. The first of many good meals was had , I would recommend the place . Not super fancy , but value good honest pub grub . It's what you expect . The way out did not not throw up any great mooring offerings and since we all were happy to cruise a little more on a lovely evening, off to the broad at Brundall we headed . Found a lovely sheltered spot , still in the dipping sun and mud weighted for a night of fishing , beer , chilling and taking it all in . A superb start to a time I look forward to so much. The broads hold so many memories for me . From going as a 4 year old in a chalet at potter heigham , to big family boating holidays , to smaller gatherings , to taking my true love ( Mrs W now !!) on her first boat from Astons , to taking my young and then bigger family on chalets and boats and so many other holidays of all shapes and forms , with dear people sadly no longer here, it truly is an emotional place . But filled with so many happy memories . Im sure that's enough for now , your probably all sleeping . More to follow as the days go , I can't type very fast so this takes a while !!,
  9. 21 points
    Despite the fact that I have been around all types of boat, and spent much time on them, both at sea and inland over the last 40 or so years, and even though I am a strong and confident swimmer, I would still confess, that I am somewhat afraid of water. I have always respected water as something that is largely uncontrollable, immensely powerful, and devastatingly destructive. Even so; I have been, like many, one of those who has perhaps let bravado and coolness get in the way of safety; thus, over those many years I have been on boats, I have not allowed myself to adopt the safe practice of wearing a Lifejacket. Even at sea, sailing often with other men, it didn’t seem to be cool to wear a lifejacket, unless the sea conditions became particularly unfavourable. Now a little older, and somewhat more aware of my own mortality, when we bought our own sailing boat last year, I felt the need to make it a rule, that everyone on my boat must wear a life jacket, a decision that I was glad I made over this last weekend, as my wife, a confident and seasoned boater and strong swimmer, misjudged the distance whilst we were mooring, to find herself suddenly overboard in the Broads. Whilst we were thankfully not in fast moving water, the very cold of the water shocked her to the point that she could not actually swim. Thankfully, the self inflating life jacket did its job, and inflated quickly to keep her head above water. Help came quickly from fellow boaters, to whom I am eternally grateful. But the sobering truth is this, HER LIFE JACKET SAVED HER LIFE! So please please hear my plea. It doesn’t matter the conditions, and it doesn’t matter how sheltered your boat is, respect the water, and wear your lifejackets.
  10. 21 points
    The Weymouth to Brighton trip although far from flat calm was easily manageable and we made our eta on time. The morning of Sunday 4th is where we encountered our first issue totally out of our control. The admiralty chart and the Reeds almanac both agreed with each other stating ‘Maintained depth 2m’ We knew we would be departing at Low tide and 2m would be sufficient. The fuelling pontoon / station was further round inside the huge breakwater up by the lock to the inner marina. We had got ourselves up and ready early as we also knew that topping Indy’s tanks up would be more than a five minute job. I thought it prudent to call the HM on the vhf enquiring as to the depth as we could plainly see the mud shoaling very close to the marked channel. The HM informed us that we would have to wait till about 1000 if we wanted to move round for fuel or alternatively 0900 if we wished to proceed to sea. Brighton Marina it turns out do not maintain a dredged channel depth to 2m at all as stated. Nowt for it then, after an early ‘Call the Hands’ we all trooped off to Wetherspoons for a full English as one does for the princely sum of £3:50 plus as much coffee as one desired. Then bimbled round to the local supermarket for supplies with all of us forgetting it was Sunday morning and nowt was open, apart from a petrol station so we made do with what they had to offer. We slipped Indy’s mooring lines at around 1000 and made our way round to the fuelling station only to find a large rag-n-stick alongside waiting for water depth to increase. This was another delay. I had to hop off onto the pontoon and kindly inform them that we needed fuel and could they wait elsewhere? Non to happily they moved off and sat in mid channel. Fuelling Indy took an age. By the time we had completed, slipped, secured the upper deck for sea obtained permission to proceed etc it was approaching 1200. We were well behind schedule now. Once clear of Brighton it was throttles down, I was doing my calculations with regards to eta at Ramsgate, we would now be arriving in the dark with low water approaching, not good. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I was familiar with the pilotage into Ramsgate harbour but to my knowledge I had only been there once before and that was 26 years ago. Still we would just have to deal with it in due course. It was after passing Beachy head that the sea state really picked up. The wave height steadily increased to around 8ft i would guess, not so much of an issue but it was a short swell with sharp peaks that was making itsen felt, it was getting uncomfortable and more violent by the minute. No option but to reduce speed to deal with it. The film footage / photo’s you saw taken by Nigel and Grendel, we were only making around 9/10kts SOG at best, though probably more through the water. I knew that this was putting our eta at Ramsgate even further behind with the real possibility that we would now arrive at smack on Low water but there was no way we could make any better progress in the sea state we were dealing with. As we pushed on and altered course as one does, the direction of the sea changed from being directly on the bow to more on the Stbd bow. So as well as the bow / anchor forging into the peaks and dumping green water on the foc’sle it increased the roll as a result, Joy and glee, we were as badly burnt as scolded. In the snow/rain storms visibility kept reducing significantly too. My crew fazed? – not a bit of it. I knew they would be fine with this otherwise I wouldn’t have picked them for this kind of trip in the first place. I always knew that this sort of situation was likely to happen at this time of year. It was getting hard work keeping on ones feet and my regular engine room rounds were somewhat challenging. The fwd bilge pump indicator kept sticking on with the threat of burning out the motor. The blasted float switch kept getting thrown vertical and stopped there even though the bilge was only slightly wet. It was probably never designed to be vertical! Added to that some clown of a boat builder had mounted the float switch lower down than the pump. So if there was enough water to lift the switch, the pump was still sitting dry. I put a weight on the float switch – that cured that issue of saving the pump running dry but meant if we did have a water ingress the pump could not now operate. This meant of course regular checking of the fwd bilge, just another issue to deal with then. Going fwd with the amount of pitching we were experiencing and lifting deck plates was an adventure. I was keeping a crafty eye on our resident crabfat too as this sort of passage in this sea state was an unknown to him and would he deal with it ok? Mentally he would lap it up and would not stop or give in, but would his stomach rise to the challenge? No worries about our submariner or the Wizard. Robin however was a different entity and went into shut down mode. It was understandable as he would never have been in this situation before or experienced anything like this. The best place for him was aft in the master cabin. I kept popping in reassuring him that his boat was fine, the crew were looking after Indy and she would in turn look after us. The crew were dealing with the situation in hand. Indy was fine too. She was handling the sea state and shrugging off even the now more regular rogue waves that she pounded through. Nothing was coming loose (Well it did actually, the fwd berthing rope that was tied onto the cleats – Howard dealt with that one) or was breaking, the water tight integrity was to the good. The engineering department was purring along just as it should do. The crew however were now under no illusions that they were not on a Sunday afternoon cruise down the Yare, far from it. Our crabfat was doing just fine so we had four of us operating normally. Upper deck rounds – Well that is to say venturing onto the sun deck (Sun deck? – should have been named monsoon deck) and fly bridge was not for the faint hearted but it had to be done. Robin came up for a word, could we alter our destination to Dover and get out of this sea state? Griff
  11. 20 points
    Quick update on RT’s progress, She has had 3 coats of undercoat and 1 coat of cream gloss, the green antifoul has also had 1 coat with the line taken further down the hull instead of tar varnish that she had before. The engine is now back in and mostly connected up. Next up is a coat of stain and varnish for the top sides and finish of the trackmark. launch date is getting close.
  12. 20 points
  13. 20 points
    FGS here we go again. A perfectly innocuous and informative chatty message from Robin in his inimitable friendly style gets picked on and torn apart by one or more particular individuals bringing this thread once again to a grinding halt. On average this has happened every three days since I joined this forum. These critical and accusatory comments are unnecessary and entirely uncalled for. Please, if you don't have something pleasant or constructive to contribute keep it to yourself. This must be one of the longest and most interesting threads on the forum with a huge following, but I suspect it may not continue too much longer if certain individuals insist on having the last word on every subject. I totally support Robin's point that his blog is offered as a social commentary not to invite micro deconstruction. Sent from my Nexus 9 using Tapatalk
  14. 19 points
    I am now but a small step away from owning another boat and as has become my way of going about these transactions they have progressed in the most unorthodox of ways. About three weeks ago my Mum and I were talking about boats generally and over a few drinks in the Yare Pub, she suggested that what was needed as a small, practical riverboat. Something that would not cost much to run or cost too much to moor and be ready to go for her and Simon and I could use whenever I fancied too. She said I knew what I was doing so she would leave this to me. I therefore went away and had a look – and the first thing I came up with was a 1986 Broom 9/70. With twin upgraded Yanmar engines (2005) and a host of other improvements – the owner was in his late eighties and not in the best of health so reluctantly selling. Well, as I said to my Mum – it is 32ft long will pass under Ludham bridge, sleeps 4 and when pushed will do 23Kts what is there not to like? You can imagine the response this got. Back to the drawing board I went. Then Clive posted that a couple of boats were still for sale from their hire fleet, and so at the weekend I popped over to Fineway and met one of the chaps there who showed me round a nice Sheerline 740 Aft Cockpit formally Broadland Saturn 3. This really was practical, small and economical boat and to my astonishment they let me take her for a test drive – alone. I pootled down to Wroxham Broad for some 'sea trials' and was actually really enjoying myself and the boat – sure it was basic and needed to have some things doing (if you wanted and you know what I am like) but if you wanted a boat that was ready to go with all you needed it was ready to go.and great value to boot. I reported back to my Mum that I had found the ideal boat. She was keen but between Saturday and Sunday evening we found another one - also a Sheerline 740 Aft cockpit but at £29,950 a big jump up in price from the model over at Fineway in Wroxham We had some more talks and decided that the least things that needed to be added to the boat to being her 'up to scratch' the better from an Inverter, to Nav Lights, to new curtains, appliances etc. We wanted something already in pristine order that we could keep that way and only improve upon and not have journey over time to reach this level. It was decided therefore to go with the dearer model. I have spent time emailing the Broker with offers and counter offers this morning until we reached an agreement between both sides. So, now I am but a small step from becoming the owner of another boat and I am pretty happy! I did mention that this has been done in an unorthodox manner though. All I can say is don’t follow my lead with these purchases – you will note that I have accepted the price and will hopefully be popping over to sign the Contract this weekend and pay the balance which just so happens to be the first time I will have set eyes on the boat in the flesh, and yes there is no survey being done on this boat either. I am hopeful the rest of the process will prove as smooth as the initial phase. I guess if you are selling I am your man – quick and to the point. Time for another series of posts and videos then...Can we all take it? I am now looking at northern river based moorings too and have made contact with David at Broads Edge. Oh and here are the details of this smart little cruiser: Broker Details
  15. 19 points
    Ok so I have got the platter turned and sanded to 240 grit. Sorry forgot to take work in progress images so these are when I remembered. 24" X 1 1/2" think I will use an oil finish as it is easier to maintain if in a nautical atmosphere. Going to need a lot of fruit to fill this one......
  16. 19 points
    With apologies to the Clean Bandit song, which seems appropriate under the circumstances, here is my tale of a week aboard Silver Symphony from the 22nd June 2018 Friday 22nd June Unlike the trip to the Broads last month where I travelled down by train, this time my journey from darkest Yorkshire is by car so all the “necessities” will be accompanying me. So non-stick frying pan packed “tick”. I set off at 7.30am and after a pretty uneventful journey including en-route stops at McDonalds and Morrisons in Norwich, I arrived in Brundall around 12.30. I had called Silverline earlier in the week so I was aware I was too early to take over Silver Symphony. So I had lunch in the Yare (The pub not the river). This is one pub Doreen and I visited every time we were in Brundall so over the years we must have been in there for a meal around 50 times since 1973. That’s possibly more regular that some regulars! I plumped for the Chicken Pieces in Batter, which was very nice. Soon after it was time to make my way to the yard. I was their first arrival, which was pleasing as I wanted to be out on the river a.s.a.p. to head for Reedham, which I considered might be busy on a Friday evening – a boat hand back day. As I stepped aboard Symphony I couldn’t help but remember the last time I was on her was a wholly happier affair with Doreen two years ago. We had a great fortnight then and I was wondering how I would fill a week on my own. It was a windy day and memories of my trip last month on Brinks Jazz reminded me how difficult solo sailing can be in those conditions. Colin, the yard owner asked me where I intended to stop for the first night. When I said Reedham, he advised against it as the wind would be driving down the moorings. I told him I needed to be in Reedham tonight or risk not getting to Yarmouth early tomorrow. I said I would be fine (not sure I believed it though!). So all loaded up and hand-over completed I tentatively made my way out of the yard and down the dyke to the freedom of the River Yare. Eventually, first the chain ferry, then that large pyramid shaped crane passed me by before the quayside at Reedham came into view. The moorings were quite full but there was still enough room for around 3 more boats so I settled for a space just after the Lord Nelson’s own moorings. The tide was flowing in so the manoeuvre was straight forward, approaching slowly and allowing the “stream” to push the boat to a halt alongside. I ran out of the door, gripping the rope as I went by and secured it around the forward mooring post. The current was keeping the back of the boat alongside, so there was no panic to get to it before it careered out into the river. So all tied up, I went back on-board and realised that the wind had dropped to a breeze and that’s why there had been no mooring shenanigans. I was grateful that I had hired a boat which I was familiar with. As I had already eaten “out”, I set about making myself a sandwich for the evening before popping out to The Ship for a pint and to read my paper. I only stayed for an hour or so as I wanted to get back for a “relatively” early night. Tomorrow was going to be quite hectic and involved another daft o-clock (for a holiday) rise. More on that tomorrow.
  17. 19 points
    I'm new to NBN but not the broads, I've been going on the broads since I was only a few years old. My parents bought Judith 2 from Martham Boats back in about 1992. We had her in the family for a good few years till they regrettably had to sell her. After 20 odd years and coming back to the broads we have been lucky enough to find her again and purchase her back from the family we sold her too. She has been in a shed for a good few years and now the restoration is underway. Martham Boats are sorting her hull and next year the upgrade of the inside will start! The NBN seems the ideal place to ask questions and share experiences along the way. Sent from the Norfolk Broads Network mobile app
  18. 19 points
    Thanks for all the comments and likes. It's good to know people are reading it. Saturday 23rd June. Sorry – this is a long one. The alarm clock awoke me at 6.45am (what?) Today’s list of events included launching the drone to get aerial views of Reedham, a cruise down to Yarmouth, a train journey to Wroxham via Norwich and a viewing of Goosander, a syndicate boat. Now you know why I was up at 6.45am! Bleary eyed, I put the kettle on so I could at least have a cup of tea before I launched the drone. By 7.15am, I was down The Ship end, pleased that nobody else was about. The drone was sent on its way probably oblivious to my heart being in my mouth. It did its thing then returned back to me on command. The aerial views of Reedham below have come out well so the early start was justified. I made my way back to the boat where my thoughts turned to breakfast. There would be no time for a fry-up as I needed to get underway by 8.45am. So the compromise was a bacon sandwich, which turned out to be more than just a consolation prize. Soon it was time to leave. There was very little wind and the tide was slowly ebbing so a quick burst on the bow thruster was all that was needed to get me mid-stream. My train from Yarmouth was at 10.41 so in order to give time to get to the station and to buy a ticket, I considered an arrival at the Yacht Station anytime before 10.15am would be good. However, I did not want to arrive before 10am in the event I may be charged twice – once up to 10am and then from 10am. Probably unlikely but I was not going to take chances, so I had a 15 minute window for a comfortable arrival. So the journey down was just trying to guess the correct speed to arrive in my “comfort window”. By the time I got to Breydon, I thought I should open the throttle a little and according to the on-board gps, we were doing around 9mph. As Breydon Bridge came into sight I called the Yacht Station to check I had enough room to get under the bridges and to ask for assistance with mooring. Symphony needs 6ft 8in clearance under the bridges and at the head of Breydon, the height gauge was reading 6ft 6in, so I thought I had better ask the question. The attendant told me there was currently over 9 feet of clearance so clearly the gauge at the start of Breydon is incorrect. I advised my position and that I expected to be at the Yacht Station in around 15 minutes – which I duly was. I was alongside, ropes professionally tied by 10.15am. So no time to waste as I needed to make my way to the train station. Thankfully there was no queue for tickets and I was sat on the train ready to depart with 10 minutes to spare. The train in question is that combination of diesel loco– three carriages – diesel loco. I have seen it many times before but riding it was a first. I have pictured it below for reference but would love to know (and I am sure this has been asked before but I cannot remember the answer) why does such a short train require two massive engines? I assumed one of them would detach and have many more carriages attached at Norwich before it went somewhere more exotic but that did not happen – it just returned to Yarmouth. Surely it’s not that in the absence of a multiple unit railcar, a loco is needed at each end to avoid uncoupling and moving to the opposite end at Norwich? Surely it’s cheaper to operate a diesel multiple unit than to keep these monsters guzzling fuel all day long? Having said all that, it was a really interesting ride, plenty of acceleration where needed and comfortable coaches! At Norwich I had a 30 minute connection for Wroxham, in which I arranged to call Dawn, the lady whose share in Goosander was for sale. She had volunteered to collect me from Wroxham Station and bring me to Goosander in Horning, as the likelihood of getting a taxi at that time of the day was pretty slim. So I called but there was no answer – it went to voicemail. No problem, I thought I would try again when about to board the train. Again no answer so I left a message saying what time I would get to Wroxham. I expected a call back at any time but it did not happen. I ended up stood on Wroxham Station forecourt hoping vainly that someone would be looking for me (perhaps with a little card with my name on like at the airport?) Anyway, no card and no reception committee! I called the number again but got the same result. I thought what should I do now? This could be awkward. Anyway, I thought I should attempt to get a taxi and make my way to Boulters in Horning, where Goosander lives. Dawn and her husband had arranged to meet some other people there between 10 and 12 midday so they should be on-site. There was a list of taxi numbers at the station so I set about calling them. The first did not reply – theme developing. The second did answer and said he could be with me in 15 minutes, which I accepted. No sooner had I finished the call, than a text flashed up from Dawn saying that she had missed my call and that when she tried to call me back I was engaged. Was this developing into a situation comedy? Where’s Rodney? I called her back and this time she answered. She had listened to my voicemail and was en-route to the station. Apparently the oft mentioned Horning data black-hole was to blame. I frantically called the taxi man back to avoid him having a wasted journey within 20 minutes I had been picked up and was now sitting comfortably on Goosander. Well, I was not going to let on so early but yes, a deal was going to be done. She is a lovely boat and has been kitted out with several features which assist the humble solo sailor. It has a reverse view video screen – you know what I mean. It has a centre cleat making it easier to secure the boat when mooring and of course in has bow-thrusters. So soon enough, I was being transported back to Wroxham where I could withdraw a £300 holding deposit with a view to paying the rest when I got home. Job done! So after a celebratory McFlurry in McDonalds, I made my way back to the station for the return journey to Norwich where my carriage (and two great thumping diesels) awaited me. I got back to the boat around 5pm and just chilled out (warmed down in football speak) until around 6.00pm. I had planned to fly the drone at this time to take images over the Yacht Station area. Pleased to say it went without a hitch and some of the results are shown below. Straight after, I visited the Kings Arms. I sat in the beer gardens at the back – it had been a hot day. I ordered the cottage pie which was delightful. It came with lots of gravy and various vegetables. By 8pm I was done and made my way back to the boat for the rest of the evening. What a day! Reedham That train Goosander Yarmouth Yacht STation
  19. 19 points
    He is sharing it with us, but shouldn't have to keep on justifying his actions. Robin, please ignore the static hiss in the background and keep on with your journey, and updates. Like it, only I would amend the Ignore the static to find the on off switch and move it permanently to off! Griff
  20. 19 points
    Thought I would post this here being as it is Robins archive. Yesterday I was in Brundall with some time to spare so walked round to Robins boat to say hello and introduce myself. Always wanted to meet him having watched all the blogs and learnt so much from them. Well I tell you, a nicer person you couldn't hope to meet. Despite me just wanting to say hello he welcomed me aboard and then gave a guided tour of Indy. Just a real genuine welcoming person, and I thank you. Something else, his blogs just don't do justice to the size and internal quality of the vessel. It just has such a luxurious and warm feel that can't be described. You know some hire boats look better in the pictures, his boat is the opposite.
  21. 18 points
    I have just finished editing the final part of the delivery trip Blog, and I have to say depending on the mood you are in does rather change how you produce content. Going over things and narrating how I was feeling at the time brought things back as to what everyone dealt with and contributed. I can't post the finished video just yet, as it is going to have to render overnight so tomorrow late afternoon expect it to be ready to watch on You Tube, but what I can share now is the short segment. This shows some of the memories, prior to our leaving, during and up to arriving in Great Yarmouth. It shows the photos, that covered our journey and the crew who did so much and without whom none of this would have been possible, finally not to mention the safe, incredibly well built Trader 535 - Independence herself. Let's think positive 'Forumites' - we have a season of cracking boating starting up soon time to forget differences and focus on a shared passion: messing about on the water.
  22. 18 points
    As possibly the newest member of this forum, i thought I should post something. I agree I've no idea or need to know what the actual argument is about, personally I feel from a newbie or visitor point reading these posts these have a damaging / off putting effect. ( my view only please don't shoot). I'm not totally new to boating, on my 3rd boat but still class myself as a novice though, I joined this forum because I'm bringing my boat to the southern broads, I've hired in the north a few times over the years and I hoped to learn and gain tips and advice from boaters with more knowledge / experience both broads and boats in general. Also to offer advise when I feel it may be useful. Please don't discourage people from asking questions or offering advice for fear of being ridiculed or shot down. We may not agree with someone else's advice or opinion, but it's just that, it's theirs, offer your own and remember this is just your view / opinion. I really hope I've not offended anyone, I edited it about 20 times before posting. if I have I'm sorry and will be in the Yare pub end of April when our boat arrives, if you want to join me in a pint or non acholic beverage got to keep PC correct. simon
  23. 18 points
    Sorry Kadensa but I don't agree. The soap box is predominately a one way communication, where even the frostiest forum is two way, and if a member (not necessarily you Ricardo) cannot accept that other people have differing views, methods or attitudes, then that person really has no place on any forum except one of their own creation. (No, that wasn't aimed at anybody in particular either.) I frequently find that whilst agreeing with what someone says on a forum, I strongly disagree with the way they say it, or even sometimes that it has been said at all. I would suggest that the "Ricardo situation" comes very much under this heading. I agreed with much of what he said but would find his actual posts rather confrontational. I would tend not to reply to such posts. Other members would however rise to such confrontation, and a somewhat less than constructive exchange would follow. There is nothing to be gained by apportioning blame to anyone but perhaps loosing such a knowledgeable person might make each of us look to our own style of posting and perhaps make us re-consider the tone of our replies. ... Maybe Kadensa, that WAS a soap box reply! :)
  24. 18 points
    Its snowing, its freezing and we are spending time indoors - so lets spend an hour and watch the second part of Independence's passage to Norfolk - here we go from Weymouth to Brighton
  25. 17 points
    I've said it before, and no doubt I'll be saying it again, but the problem is one of perception. The 'proper' live aboard cannot be recognised as being one. No mess, no overstaying and a boat looking like it just came out of a mooring and the owner is on holiday. There are quite a few about, but you wouldn't know them as such. The live aboards we know and see, have scruffy untolled boats, piles of crap on the bank and are unfriendly. These people respect nothing and only have time for themselves. These are the people who make the lives of the likes of Ricardo hell, and it's these people who give the whole live aboard community a bad name. I think I'm yet to meet Ricardo in the flesh but look forwards to it. I rarely disagree with what he says (though often think he could phrase it better) but see him and hid like as an asset to the broadland community. The BA would do well to assist such people.
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