Are we sinking?

Twice in the last 15 months we've thought that, and twice it's been the Plastimo flexible water tank housed in the forecabin. When the second one split, 13 months after buying it and one month after the guarantee expired, I decided enough was enough, and fitted a rigid tank.

A plastimo tank, around 70litres, designed for a boat was around £75, fittings extra. A Fiamma one, designed for a camper van was £49.95, fittings included.

These guys really know how to deal with us boating folk........

I removed the old tank, cut away the false floor supporting it in the locker under the forecabion berth and fitted a new floor, sloping to allow the water to drain to a lowest point. Louise painted the locker and I fitted the new tank.

Initially, it was not vented, until we realised that the resultant air lock stopped us from filling it. I then fitted a vent pipe, running it up to just below the deck filler for the main water pipe - figuring any water spilled, even when heeling, would be minimal. Perfect!

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The 'breather pipe'. I ran this from the top of the tank to a high point, near the water intake, just below decks.

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A trip round Flatholm with company

We hadn't planned to go for a sail. The boat was back in Cardiff and we had anticipated a few weeks maintenance. The sun was out, the winds were light and our friend Tom was staying with us. It seemed silly not to go out for a couple of hours.

The racing fleet were in the bay, hardly moving in the light winds. They looked like a photograph, so little movement could be seen. The lock was similar:

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Engine off at the Outer Wrach buoy and we set full sail. With the wind a few points to the West of South West, it was a close haul to clear the West of Flatholm and then run around with the flooding tide. Louise helmed. Tom seemed to be enjoying it.

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The tide was flodding, but was a very small neap. Trying to pass West of Flatholm on a flooding tide, with the wind in the West was quite a task, and the GPS suggested we would not do it without a tack. Tom took the helm and his experience showed. We passed very close to the island before turning East and then back North, around it.

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Tom seemed very concerned about the depths, 3 and 4m and so on, and the rips over the Bristol Channel sand banks. Blue water sailors! Never happy with less than 2 miles under the keel. It was interesting to remember back three years, to when Louise and I were exactly the same. Local knowledge has taken away almost all of that fear.

The wind picked up as we turned for Cardiff, and Ishtar began to sing, her bow cutting the waves. She's not the fastest, nor the prettiest, by far, but she does make me smile when she bristles and champs, then lurches forward, chasing the wind.

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A warm Saturday afternoon in late September, and everyone seemd to be enjoying the weather. Tigger was guarding below decks.

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Catastrophe struck as we neared the Outer Wrach buoy! A huge pool of oil in the bilges and the engine would not start. When I remembered I had tightened the alternator belt before leaving, I found that I'd moved the starter motor fractionally. Easily solved and I tighted its loose nut. The huge pool of oil turned out to be water from a leaking cockpit lid, dislodged by our sail, with a thin film of oil over the top, I relaxed.

One of those days when you get back to the pontoon wishing you were still out sailing.

Home to Cardiff

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It's mid September. In the UK, this can mean long warm settled days, sadly missed earlier in the year, or violent Atlantic depressions, racing in one after another. Being very busy, and with a list of maintenance items to addrees this winter, we decided to return to Cardiff with Ishtar at the first opportunity.

The weather for the weekend looked good, rain and Force 6 winds on Friday, settling on Saturday with High pressure, sun and Westerly 3s and 4s. Perfect. We decided to remove the head buoy from our mooring, and leave a line attached to the riser chain, dropping that to the sea bed to reduce wear over the winter. Our friend Vince wanted to do likewise on his mooring, and kindly agreed to drive our car back from Dale to Cardiff.

Dale was in a grey mood, overcast, windy and muddy, with a 7.7m tide - the highest, and lowest, I'd ever seen.

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We immediately set about the moorings, scraping kelp and laverbread from the buoys, removing seizing wire and undoing shackles. We were sheltered from the mainly Westerly winds, but not from the driving drizzle.

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That took about an hour. Vince and I had coffee and Welsh cakes. Vince liked those, and decided Ishtar would sail faster with less weight, so did his best to ensure we would be unencumbered by excess Welsh Cakes. Thanks, Vince.

Louise wanted to dive before we left, and scrape some of the remaining weed from the hull, again, hopefully speeding our trip.

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It wasn't long before she returned to the surface, reporting that the weed was restricted to the waterline, and we'd removed most of that last week. I took Vince ashore, thanked him for his help and he left. By this time, it was pouring with rain, and the wind was howling in the rigging. The pontoon was empty and Dale seemed like a ghost town as the evening faded.

I checked the weather. The high pressure was still there, but by Monday another low would force it down over France, with strong Southwesterlies forecast for Monday. We'd planned to go to Tenby, then Oxwich, across to Porlock and then to Cardiff. Our thinking was that with the huge tides, we would not make any progress at all when it turned against us, so we'd have to make shorter than usual hops up the channel, waiting on the flood.

I remembered hitting a foul tide approaching Milford a couple of years back and checked our pilot (The excellent Sea guide to Pembrokeshire, by Tom Bennett). The tide turns to run West along South Pembrokeshire and St Govans head two hours before low. That meant an effective 8 hour flood, maybe 9 hours if we punched the last hour before it turned.

Food for thought as we tucked into our curry. The bombay potatoes were mighty hot, just right for a wet autumn evening.

The following morning was sunny, just as forecast with strong Westerlies. We decided to head straight for Oxwich if we could make it, leaving 3 hours before low water at 11:30. We'd hoped to meet friends for a beer at Tenby, but that would have to wait. Coffee and crumpets was followed by a period of stowing everything breakable.

As the time approached, I became much more nervous. The day of rough weather we had encountered after the Ireland trip was till at the back of my mind.

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As we left Dale and turned Southwards heading out of the Haven, I nearly turned back. The swells were huge, and the waves crasheing onto St Anne's head brought back frightening memories. I remembered that it was the height of the ebb, with the biggest tide of the year, the Haven disgorging its entire contents into the Bristol channel, and the oncoming wind. Let's see what it's like at Freshwater West, away from the wind over tide.

It calmed off near Crow rock, the swells down to 2m. we were already flying along at 5 and 6 knots under full sail. I could not help wondering at the designers of boats, as Ishtar rose up and over each swell effortlessly, maintaining her speed with the fresh winds. Louise seemed more relaxed, too.

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Ishtar picked up speed and I began to relax. With the tide running with us for the next 8 hours, we'd make Oxwich an hour before the flood ended, at around 21:00. With Genoa flapping in the lee of the main as the wind veered Westerly, we dropped the main and ran with the wind.

Staying close in to the cliffs to avoid the St Gowan's shoals, I intended to head away from land before we were close to potential rough water at St Govan's head. The ranges were not firing, and we were glad we were not further out:

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Louise went below for some rest and I was alone. We'd left our dog, Tigger, with my mum - he will not do his business on the boat, so if we know we will not be going ashore, we don't take him. As the afternoon eased along, and we left Tenby, and Caldey light in our lee, I could just make out The Worm's Head - the start of the Gower peninsula in the distance. I spent the next few hours enjoying the sail as the wind and swells eased.

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I love that picture. I've taken similar many, many times. Just the sun and the sea. You can't hear the wind, feel the warmth of the sun, nor smell the salt air, hear the birds, but it still makes me smile.

As Louise returned to the deck, we were well past the Worm's head, and Oxwich was just a few miles ahead.

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We were soon rounding Oxwich point and bedding in the anchor. The last of the swells dying down as the cool air of September passed over us.

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We switched off the engine - we'd been running it for the last few hours to give an extra boost to our speed as the wind died down. 55 nm covered in just 8 hours. A fraction under 7 Knots average speed over ground. Bristol channel tides can be a help, as well as a hindrance.

Louise rustled up some bangers and mash, with tinned peas and broad beans and thick dark gravy. We would be up at around 02:45, so I thought a beer was a bad idea, despite a magnificent day's sailing, after a very nervous start.

I awoke 5 minutes before the alarm, at 02:40. Low tide was at 03:25, and then we would have approximately 6 1/2 hrs to get as far up the coast towards Cardiff as we could. Monday's forecast was now for Force 6-7 with occasional gusts of gale force. If all went well, we would anchor at Fontygary bay, or even Barry, catch a couple of hours sleep before setting off again about 16:30 to sail the last few miles back to Cardiff Bay.

Louise hauled in the anchor. With no moon, it was very difficult picking our way between used and unused mooring buoys before we cleared the bay at Oxwich. We'd have to head for the West Scar cardinal mark, to avoid the Scarweather and Nash sands before heading up the channel. Wind was Westerly about force 3. A bit stronger would have been nice, but we were not complaining.

She punched the marks into the GPS and wanted to skipper the passage on her own. Fine, I thought, and went below to rest, at least until it was light. I stuck my head out a couple of hours later, and we were making great progress, Nash point just visible in the East.

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I was kept below, with orders not to touch the GPS, nor make any suggestions. Louise wanted to do it all.

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When I was finally allowed on deck, I asked Louise if we would make Barry or Fontygary bay. 'Cardiff' she replied. The GPS was now showing 9 knots SOG. The tidal prediction for this part of the coast was in excess of 5 knots with the huge tide, and we were using it to great effect, the engine now on as well.

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Familiar ground, now, as we passed Aberthaw:

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Steepholm, in the distance:

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Flatholm, closer,

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The GPS told us that we would easily make Cardiff before the tide turned, and we stormed past the Ranie buoy and Northwards towards Penarth:

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We made the 10:15 lock. Almost exactly 7 hours after leaving Oxwich. The GPS showing 55 nm covered. Yesterday was amazing at nearly 7 knots average, this was almost unbelievable, at nearly 8 knots!

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With light winds, clear skies, sun and warmth, we may have made a mistake in leaving Dale so soon, but the split water tank and weedy hull were not the only signs that Ishtar needed some TLC this winter. 15 minutes after locking in, we were tied up on C pontoon, Cardiff Yacht club, and there were plenty of friends about.

Good to be back home.

Summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling....

Yes, it's that time of year again. The time of year when one finally realises there is not much chance in still holding out hope that summer will start and start thinking about Indian summers. That is, Friday evenings in front of the telly eating an Indian, instead of battling against inclement weather.

Louise missed the previous weekend, so was dead keen to go and try and have a nice weekend this one. Tigger rather fancied the curry.

He soon changed his mind. A short sail across to Watchhouse bay and we anchored up. Louise deposited a dancing Tigger in the Dinghy and set off for the beach:



 

Great fun was had, Tigger swimming after sticks. Louise joined in when they got back to the boat. It looked freezing.

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It wasn't long before the shadows lengthened and we headed back to the mooring for another wonderful sunset and a glass of beer:

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The following day and strong winds again. Louise wanted to do some shopping so we headed up to Milford, not making quite so much speed as some of the racing fleet.

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The day pretty much ended there. Our mainsheet, which had been slipping for a while, resolutely refused to hold the sail in the strong winds. We tied up on the Mackeral stage, Louise did her shopping and then we headed back to Dale, for some repairs.

I can't splice braided line, so it was out with the needle, cotton and some whipping twine. Louise did a lovel job, and a late evening sail proved it was strong enough.

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The following day looked more promising. We left the mooring early, with a view to a sail up the river and back:

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We stopped off at the pontoon to scrape off some of some of the weed that was growing on Ishtar's hull. Louise and I spent half an hour with a couple of oars, which was surprisingly effective. I took this picture, not noticing somone else helping us.....

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Louise took us up the Haven, under the Cleddau bridge and up the river, sailing, then motoring when the wind died.

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Picked up a mooring at Llangwm and went ashore. Someone was enjoying themselves:

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The pair of them went ashore on the pretense of picking blackberries. They came back with 4. Took some nice pictures though.

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They were soon on their way back out, Tigger in the bows, watching out for sticks.

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I waited on the boat, admiring the scenery and some welcome sunshine on this early autumn day:

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A nice relaxing sail back down th eriver, the evening sun highlighting some of Milford's industry

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and great beauty

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We witnessed a near miss as we approached Dale, the two skippers staring at each other like something out of a spaghetti western:

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Tied up at the pontoon at Dale. A bit early for the Griffin, sadly, so Louise took the opportunity to test some cake from the cafe. I remembered the owners from 'The Lobster Pot' at Marloes, many years back. They were impressed I remembered them.

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