Friday 29 November 2013

Sail repairs

We decided to inspect the spare mainsail to see what condition it was in. 
It is in pretty good condition with just one small rip and a couple of slides to replace as far as we could see.
A visit to the local sail maker and a couple of days and 100 euros later we have it back. The mainsail on the mast needs a lot more work but seems to be of thicker, higher strength construction. If it can be repaired we will enquire when we get to a cheaper location. 
Now that's a pretty one!
This asymmetric spinnaker is in good nick. Might have a go at hoisting it some time. 
Shopping for parts such as webbing, clips, squeegee rubber, aluminium strip, etc. Has been pretty fruitless. The local DIY shops seem to have everything except what your looking for. Or the price is prohibitively expensive. The same for Chandleries. 
With the ok from the marina to use their address we have ordered stuff off Ebay. From French sellers where possible such as the webbing to strap items down. Other things are coming from the UK. Most notably a new clutch for the autopilot. An item that I couldn't seem to buy in Blighty without sending the whole thing away. 
Physically we still have pain in our upper backs/neck area from our steering marathon. Mine feels like sunburn now. 
Thanks to everyone for Birthday Wishes. My cake was a creme brûlée and I reminded myself of my dad by writing the English translation of the French under the words on my Birthday card. 
The French like a scarf this time of year. When in Rome and all that. 
Our other neighbours Erik and Brigitte and Jack the dog ( S/V Erminig) took us grocery shopping with them in their car. Thank you. 
We also visited a shop called Decathlon where I spent my Birthday money (thanks Mam and family) on some good quality/price clothing. They have a very well equipped Beneteau Evasion 37 ketch and have similar goals to ourselves. We have a lot in common. 
S/V Erminig
As our gas supply is getting low we have bought a 2 ring electric hob and a toaster ( big enough to get a sliced portion of baguette in ). I don't want to change to French gas and then change again when we hit Spain. 
The electricity is included in the berthing fees at the Marina du Chateau and the rates are very reasonable in the winter months incl. wifi, water, shower facilities and cheap launderette. 
You can't go wrong!

Tuesday 19 November 2013

Biscay 1 - Miles & Alison 0 ( Aftermath )

After our adventure we were both very dehydrated. Inspection of 'Artemis' found a ripped mainsail ( in several places ), loose anchor mounting, water in bilges, cabin a mess with displaced items, dingy insecure. The list goes on. I need to fix the compass illumination, so we can see the bloody thing in the dark. The electronic compass was used as a back up but not as convenient. 
   A clam cleat for the mainsail tracker needs fixing or replacing. The companionway hatch needs to be watertight. The speedo/ log not working. Wind vane at top of mast needs renewing as giving intermittent or false readings.
   My ex- Boss Jim said that I would be bored out of my head. Don't think so !!!
The day after our return, Alison scrubbed and waxed the hull and top sides, hid the tattered mainsail under the cover and tightened every screw she could find.
   I cleaned the bilges and serviced the bilge pump. Repaired the float switch. Cleaned the heads.
We borrowed an electric heater from 'Tarquilla' to help dry out the boat.
Alison had a good day telling of our adventure. It was great to see her so animated an happy.
      We checked the weather that we had experienced, we couldn't understand it. 
The Met office, that we didn't check beforehand because they don't give much detail, said force 5-7.
Our neighbour Lauren, said that he was worried about us, in a force 6. He said that we may have underestimated the sea state. Our other neighbours Erik and Brigitte said never to go straight across Biscay but to head out West before going South.
     Lauren has been a professional Skipper for 20 yrs and Erik has sailed since childhood. They are waiting for better sea conditions before venturing south.
We haven't been put off by our failed Biscay attempt. Mark of 'Tarquilla' said ' If you make it back and your boat is in one piece and all of your crew are accounted for, you have had a successful voyage'.
In hindsight we would have been better off continuing or bobbing about until we felt better. Sea sickness, in our experience, must be the most dissabiliting thing that can happen to a sailor.
However, we need to be better prepared next time.

Sunday 17 November 2013

Part 3

We thought about calling the coastguard but didn't. With a sailing boat you still have propulsion using sails so it would not be considered an emergency.
 Up with the mainsail. We were feeling a lot better by then.  When we got far enough into the bay to get some shelter I checked the fuel gauge - empty.
In theory we had enough diesel at the start of our trip to motor all the way from Brest to La Coruna if needs be. Those estimates need a rethink! 
I had a 10 litre can of diesel in the locker. Left by the previous owner - good idea Tim - so put it in the tank and the engine started. Thank God. 
Alison's hands were still freezing. I came across some woollen fishermans socks on top of my clothes locker. Presenting them to Alison, she was over the moon. Lovely and warm doubled over, as long as they don't  get wet, and they didn't now that we were heading inland.
 The wind was against us so motored for an hour on the high tide. Then the tide changed, our 6 knts went down to 3. According to my ( more realistic now ) calculations we wouldn't have enough fuel to reach the marina. 
Tacking against the tide was slow, slow, but progress was being made and we got in some good sail practice.

The hours ticked by.
 With 12 nm to go, back on with the engine. We hoisted the cone day shape, to signify motorsailing, as it was safe to go on deck and the French are apparently a stickler for the rules. You wouldn't think so observing their attitude to everything else mind you.
 It's a very long way to the Marina du Chateau from the open sea.
Approaching the marina entrance ( on fumes probably ) an outgoing sailor was criss crossing in front of the entrance while putting his mainsail up single handed. Sacre Bluer!
If I could have sounded our horn without having to faf on with the VHF handset I would of given him the five loud beeps signal. This sends the message - What are your intentions! - or to my mind - What the F are you doing!
Filled with diesel, moored, collapsed !!!

Part 2

Our plan B was to go back to Brest as there was nowhere closer and many of the western French ports are notoriously difficult to enter due to the sea and currents. 
We decided to return to Brest. About 100 nautical miles. Against the wind and current we had to motor, but we were in no state to be putting sails up and down anyway. Progress was slow and it was hard work steering into the breaking waves. That night we 'hove to' again. Exhausted. The auto pilot had stripped the threads of the screw holes holding it onto the steering pedestal, so no chance of fixing that when your being pounded by waves.
We managed to get some rest. Alison was comatosed in the aft cabin, I lowered the saloon table by 6 inches to stop me being thrown off the sofa when that kind of wave hit, about every 15 seconds.
The next morning, looking at the chart plotter, we had lost nearly all the ground we had covered the day before. 
Looking at maps, currents, the chart plotter was beyond us. We both felt that ill.
I dispared.
 After a nights rest Alison was up and about and climbed behind the wheel 

'don't worry pet, I'll get you home' - I love that woman.

We took turns on the helm. With the cold and the waves regularly crashing over the bow soaking us, we could only manage half an hour stints. 
Alison's hands were bitterly cold and her deck hand cut finger gloves were no comfort once they got wet. I was a little better prepared, with Gill neoprene winter warm gloves. They act like a wet suit but with little activity helming, you can't generate any body heat, but they take the edge off.
When the waves crashed over the bow, we regularly got a face full of cold salty water that continued to stream from the boom and untidily dropped mainsail, that we couldn't tie up because it was too dangerous to go on deck. Even with our offshore sailing suits, the water found its way down our necks.
We put more clothes under our waterproofs and remembered a tip from David Williams, our RYA classroom instructor, whom recommended a beer towel around the neck. We didn't have any beer towels. Tea towels we did have and that made a difference.
We saw plenty of Dolphins that cheered us up along the way. Most remarkably in the night where they glowed in the dark. Something to do with phosphorescent I think. I'll have to google it. 
The sea got bigger and rougher. We remembered what a fellow Hunter owner at Falmouth had told us about riding at an angle down breaking waves instead of whalloping over them and that helped considerably. To spur us on I put on some of our favorite music, loudly through the cockpit speakers. Mostly Yngwie Malmsteen - hot and heavy - this made the time pass quicker and keep our minds off our aching backs from steering.
We still got water over the top though and as it came over the companion way hatch, it streamed into the cabin. I think there is some sort of seal missing there.
Checking the distance we had covered and how far there was to go I realised that we weren't going fast enough. So on with the revs. 
The cabin filled with black smoke so we slowed down again. Alison took the helm as I went down to have a look. Maybe an exhaust clamp needed tightening. I could find nothing wrong. Speeding up again all was fine. Maybe we got a wave up the exhaust pipe ?

Nearing the French coast that evening we were hailed by a French Coast Guard cutter asking our destination etc. They wished us well with permission to continue.
Come nightfall we switched on the running lights. The bow navigation light had stopped working. I could see no red and green reflected on the anchor. Probably taken by the sea. On with the Tri colour at the top of the mast. Your only supposed to use this if your under sail but needs must.

Approaching land the engine revs started lowering then raising again. After an hour of this the engine packed in. 

Biscay part 1

We set sail from Brest on Wednesday 13th November midday with a good forecast. So good in fact that I was worried that we would not have enough wind to sail. The Marina was like a mill pond and the sun was shining.

Our destination La Coruna, Northern Spain. 340 Nautical Miles away. 

The Wilde family aboard 'Tarquilla' waved us bon voyage as we left our berth and motored to the fuel pontoon to fill up.



Meteo consult marine weather predicted NE 3 veering to SSE , wave height 1-2 metres rising to 2-3 metres and a similar forecast for the next 3 days.

Passage weather/ Sling the hook agreed.

A good forecast indeed. Should be even better than the beginning of the week and best of all, no rain.
I shouldn't have feared about low winds, there was 15 - 20 knts all day.
In typical form, the wind was right on our nose, so we motored all of the way out of the channel.


 You can't have everything I suppose, the tide was with us. However we would be on a comfortable beam reach for the Bay of Biscay crossing.
Once we switched the engine off we really started motoring so to speak. Over 8 knts. As we progressed the sea became progressively rougher. We put a reef in the mainsail to reduce speed. 'Artemis' our Hunter Legend 37.5 was going like a train! 

Still too fast, another reef was better. 

Marvelous sailing.

Come nightfall, we had made good progress so we put the boat to bed by furling in most of the Genoa to avoid worrying about it during the night.  We then took turns to keep watch while the auto pilot did the steering. We were looking forward to Spain and some warmer weather.


First Alison started feeling queasy, then me ( a first for Alison ). Then 30 minutes later the auto pilot alarm kept signalling - off course - time and time again and had to be switched off. I steered for an hour but Alison was too ill to take her turn. I was feeling rather ill myself by then. 

I made the decision to heave to and basically stopped and drifted for the rest of the night. We had plenty of sea around us to drift into.
We took turns between vomiting to keep watch. By morning we were both completely disabilitated. Headache, stomach ache, aches and pains and of course nausea.

Alison had never been sea sick before. Not on our sailing trips together or when she worked on cruise ships as a croupier. I regularly felt rough for the first day. We had spent the last month in a marina, not exactly good preparation with hindsight.

How long we would be ill for was unknown. We were in no fit state to sail a yacht, that was for sure. We could barely move a mussle without feeling sick.

Thursday morning, the sea state had got less predictable and looked like a small mountain range. We had 140 odd metres beneath us, so hadn't left the continental shelf. In deeper water, we were told, you get the Atlantic swell with long rolling waves and a smoother ride.

Every wave was breaking, we really were crossing a wilderness.

Decisions had to be made. 

Plan B ?

Tuesday 12 November 2013

Wasted Window

The window I'm referring to in the title is the 5/10 day weather window that has brought a lot of excitement to the marina. 
A high pressure system has moved across the Atlantic, bringing lighter winds and calmer seas. Yachts like us have been waiting for this opportunity to cross the Bay of Biscay and beyond. 
A week or so ago we battened down the hatches for the forecasted 99 mph winds - not an accurate forcast as the morning after the Marina office weather display showed that it only reached 98.2 mph. Ha ha. Even moored in the sheltered Marina du Chateau, here in Brest, we had a very uncomfortable night and I was seasick come the morning. 
    On Sunday yachts started leaving. David, Elaina and friends set off for Lisbon. 

An American family set sail for the Canaries. Two more Yachts left for the same destination. None were going to La Caruna (our target) unfortunately, as we would like some company. 
      We decided to go Monday. The day came, we were looking at an 11.30 cast off. The washing we didn't do the night before at the laundrette, due to torrential rain, didn't go well. The machines had developed a fault and took longer than expected. A mad dash to town for supplies ended up us having to hunt high and low for a tabacconist that was open on a French Bank Holiday. Just about still on target we decided to fuel up while waiting for the washing.  The new engine start battery was flat. 
That was it. We weren't going anywhere. 
     That day and the day after, with the help of our neighbour Lauren, we tried to find out why the new battery with the bright green 'ok' indicator had not been charged. Had our previous exploding battery damaged the electrical system?
    We missed the leaving of Sodebo the huge French trimaran going on a solo circumnavigation. We were down below rewiring the battery charger connections. 
      After tracing and labelling every cable - a very worth while task, you find things you didn't know you had and stuff you don't need - we sorted out a sure fire charging system. The battery was left to charge for the afternoon. Still wouldn't start the engine but read over 12 volts. The other batteries when switched in, started the engine easily. 
Conclusion - Duff battery.  We trollied it back to the Chandlers before they shut for the day. Once there I put my Multi tester over the terminals one more time. 9 volts. Jeeeez. 
    They exchanged the battery no problem. We paid a little extra for a different brand that had a good charge when tested. 
Back on the boat the engine started. So if it's still ok in the morning we are finally setting sail. 
   We were invited aboard Lauren's catamaran to share the wine we gifted him and partake of o'deuves prepared by wife Celia and the company of their two darling daughters. 
   Previously we had been entertained by Mark, Sarah and boys x3 of catarmaran 'Tarquilla' for a bonfire night celebration (the English Bastile day?). The Wildes' are an English Family who have been cruising the coast of France for 2 years. They are a lovely family and a mine of information. Look up the name of their boat to read their blogs.
 sarahontarquilla.blogspot
    During our time here we have done plenty of maintenance on the boat. 
New air con hose
Top sides cleaned and waxed
Alison, have you seen the red toggles