Archive for April, 2009

Introducing Condom!

April 30th, 2009

Kudu needed a tender. My experience of a weekend around the crouch and roach last year was proof that you can’t do the east coast without one, since there’s just no way to get ashore if you need to.

There were two problems with finding a tender for Kudu; no money, and no space. I couldn’t buy a “proper” tender since they are very expensive, and there’s just no room on the boat to store it.

I found a solution though, an inflatable kayak, which in honor of the great David Lewis, I’ve called Condom.

 

Condom & Kudu

Condom & Kudu

It all folds up into a little bag which stows in the quarter berth, and despite getting a little splashed, it’s too bad to paddle. I’ve done a lap around St Kat’s anyway :p

And relax.. almost

April 30th, 2009

I calmed down after my little stress the other day. A good sleep sorted me out and I attacked the solar panel problem with a fresh head in the morning, which resulted in…

 

Solar Panel on my Corribee

Solar Panel on my Corribee

I’ve only fitted one of the two panels, but it’ll be enough to keep the nav gear running for a few days, and when I get to the River Crouch, fitting it’s brother will keep me occupied for an afternoon. I’ve tested it and it’s charging the battery well, or at least, it was yesterday before the cloud arrived :)

The outboard issue is still causing much concern though. I’ve spoken to the engineer this morning and he said he’s still working on it. Having bought a brand new engine and it still being broken 8 months later is a bit of a record I think. Mailspeed should win a prize!

I’ve got to ring the chap at lunch time to see if it’s done, and then get the train to Southend, in Essex, to pick it up. I’m worried about lugging the thing back on the train since it’s very, very heavy to walk distance with, and I’m not sure they’ll be too happy with me being on the train with a stinky outboard smelling of fuel. I have no choice though, so I’ll just have to deal with it. Of course, if it doesn’t get fixed I’m going to have to try and locate another engine from somewhere, which will be fun with a non existent budget and one day left. The joy!

Apart from that I’ve given the boat a tidy and stowed most of my liveaboard clutter, I’ve got some final tidying to do today, and then we’re all set for sea.

Nerves are kicking in now too.

I'm in a vile mood

April 28th, 2009

Problems problems everywhere, and not the patience to effing care.

Solar panels

Nothing on a boat is standard. There’s nothing you can go and buy and just fit, it all needs some sort of custom fabrication because nothing on a boat is standard.

Take my solar panels, for example, I’ve just spent ALL day looking for bits to fit them to the pushpit (the rails on the back of my boat). I finally came up with a plan and bought some aluminum strips from B&Q, I intended to bolt those to the existing mounting holes on the solar cell, and then through the middle of the ali strip, use two U bolts to clamp it to the pushpit. This will work, and almost did. I’ve spent the evening cutting and drilling, and messing about with very fiddley little screws and nuts. I had to cut down the U bolts, which cost me £14.50 each (!!!!). I cut the thread with the nuts on, then undid them to straighten out the thread. When I went to attach it all, I discovered that the nuts won’t go back on. No amount of trying will get them on since the thread is munged. That’s £29 down the toilet so far.

Engine

That’s not my only worry though. Yet again the diabolical service I’ve been getting from Mailspeed marine is prevailing. Having given them my engine in FEBRUARY for a warranty job after the big end bearings went within two days use (that was in september last year), they have yet to fix it. I have to constantly ring them since they never ever ring me, and the latest news is that it might be done by Thursday. I have to ring them up to find out if indeed it has been. If not. I’m absolutely screwed because I can’t move my boat and I’m booked ot lock out of St Kat’s on saturday.

On the bright side, I’ve adopted a suggestion from Dylan Winter to get my genoa sheets working. I’ve used a pulley system and cam cleat, in the temporary absence of winches. The boat can now sail… although I can’t get it out of the Thames without an engine.

I’m quite upset about those U bolts though. I can’t afford to throw away £30 like that, and I still have no idea how I’m going to get these bastard solar cells attached to the push pit. And Mailspeed!! God dammit, they have THE worst customer service I have ever encountered. They did the same to me with an order at the boat show. Took three weeks of phone calls with them not once returning a promised call to tell me where my order was. In the end they told me the order had been sent, only to ring me up a few days later to confirm the postal address!!!

Right, Ralph Vaughn Williams and a bottle of wine time, before I blow up.

Two weeks till it begins

April 21st, 2009

On Saturday night I arrived back in London after a 13 hour drive back from the south of France. I’d been invited out there by a friend on the marina to stay at his holiday home in Frejus. Not only was it the first time I’d visited the south of France, a destination to which I’ve promised myself I will return, but it was a total relief as I took his Hobie Dragoon out into the surf on the beach and promptly set off around the bay between Port Frejus and St Raphael. Eight months stationary in St Kat’s had not caused me to forget ho to sail after all. I even had a hull out of the water at one point. :)

Oh, I stocked up on wine too. 1 Euro 11 cents for a bottle of red. I thought it might be like vinegar, but it’s actually quite nice, so I bought a load of them, as well as one nice bottle for a special occasion. Still, that’s Kudu’s wine cellar sorted for the immediate future.

Not wanting to spend any more time in London than I have to (it’s too expensive) I set off to my parents’ in Lancashire on Sunday morning. Carrying two very large and very heavy bags, I lugged home a load of city clothes, shoes, DVD’s and assorted junk I won’t be needing for sailing adventures, and have deposited it in the ‘rents spare room. Sorry mum.

I’ve also ordered two 20w solar panels and a charge controller. The only thing I’m lacking at the moment, is somewhere to mount my winches. I can’t sail without them so I’m getting nervous. I need to get some stainless steel mounts made up. I have the drawings, but there are no local metal work shops and I don’t have access to a fax machine. I thought about making some out of hardwood, but apparently nowhere sells that either!!!! I think England has lost it’s ability to make things.

Oh, also, breaking news. I’ve just bought a cheap mini DV camera, so hopefully I’ll get the hand of editing and post some videos during my travels.

Oh, more breaking news. I’ve just got off the phone to Mailspeed and I should be able to pick up my outboard at the weekend. Relief – they’ve only had it since February! Apparently the big end bearing went, which is good after two days use I think. I’ve got to run it in again though. I might have to potter around St Kat’s east dock for a while.

Cooking onboard: Nath's ace curry.

April 10th, 2009

Cooking on a tiny boat with only a single burner stove has taken a bit of trial and error, but I’m getting quite handy with it now. I thought I’d post this, my step by step guide to making a rather tasty curry.

On with it

Mushrooms and Chili

Mushrooms and Chili

 

 

 

 

 

The first job is to slice up a couple of large mushrooms, as well as a single green chili. Put them both in a bowl, and chuck it on the chart table for later.

 

Turkey and spices

Turkey and spices

 

 

Next, chop up a couple of turkey fillets. I got mine for £2.88 at Tesco after a walk to Limehouse. The local Waitrose offered the same thing for over a fiver!!

Put a splash of olive oil in the pan, then put the turkey directly in to it. Then put a large heaped tea spoon of curry spices and it mix up.

You can mix your own spices (cumin, garam masala etc) but there’s no reason to do so. Just buy some ready mixed madras powder since it’s both cheaper, and better suited to small boats. Spice racks don’t seem ever so seaman like to me  :)

DON’T light the stove just yet.

 

Onion and garlic

Onion and garlic

 

Chop up a medium onion. The one here was quite small, and I almost put an extra one in, but decided not too. You can be pretty varied in the amount of onion you put in to be honest.

Also slice (thinly) a clove of garlic and leave them on the chopping board.

Now, swig a gulp of grog and light the stove. I have an Origo 1500 meths burner, and it’s bloody brilliant. Super safe, very controllable, and dead efficient on fuel.

 

 

Once the pan is sizzling the turkey, keep stirring it for a few minutes. Not until cooked, but until most of the surface as whitened off (still seeing some small pink bits is fine). If at any point the turkey looks dry, add a bit more olive oil. I use that spray bottle stuff since it make things easier and neater, which is important on my little boat :)

Now, add the onion and garlic from the chopping board, and give it a mix up. Stick a lid on the pan, and continue on with the rest of this feast, but remember to lift the lid once in a while and give it all a stir.

 

Corriander

Corriander

 

Coriander is essential for a decent curry. You can substitute it for dried coriander, if you must, but there’s nothing like fresh coriander leaves to give a curry a boost of tasty freshness.

Rip off a hand full of the stuff, and chop it up. I love the smell of this stuff.

It’s probably time for another swig of grog, so go for it.

 

Don’t forget to keep mixing that turkey and onion. Smells great doesn’t it. :D

 

 

Chopped tomatoes

Chopped tomatoes

 

Now, grab a tin of chopped tomatoes and open it. Tomatoes are tomatoes, there’s really no need to spend any more than this 19p tin from Tesco. Good cooking for the credit crunched yachtie :P

Empty the whole tin into the pan, and then throw the coriander in after it. Give it all a good stir, then pop the lid back on the pan. 

Now, sit back and let it simmer away for a while. As long as you don’t be too silly, you can’t really over cook this. Just make sure you keep it on the simmer with an occasional stir, as boiling will not to it any favours whatsoever. Oh, an important point, here, add another large teaspoon of curry powder mix. It will make the hotness just right, but if you like hot curries, add two. If you’re a weirdo, repeat until satisfied.

 

Storage

Storage

 

Now, since we only have one burner, you’ll need to put your finished curry somewhere while you cook the rice. If, like myself, your boat is so small that you are rarely capable of convincing anybody to sit in it for long, then you’ll be eating alone. Since this is the case, and you have just made a curry for two, I recommend using a sealable food storage effort. That way, it’ll give you a good meal for two days, even without a fridge.

So, cook the rice (two good handfuls per person) then empty half (or all if you have a guest) of the curry mix into the cooked rice. Stir it all up and put the heat back into the curry, although it should have lost much by now. Eat from the pan to save washing up, unless you have a guest, of course.

The following day you can just cook up some more rice and empty the other half of the curry into it.

So there you have it, both an insight into an evening on Kudu, as well as a recipe for a kick ass curry.

Bon App!

How to be a moron

April 9th, 2009

This is not ever so boat related, but nevertheless, a story worth telling since it might stop you getting killed – if you happen to be as stupid as me that is.

Tuesday night at the Little Ships Club

Tuesday night is club night, and on this particular night a friend from the marina came along. He’s similar to me in that we both are quite talented at turning pretty much any occasion in to a party, and this night was certainly no different. We set about drinking pints of beer and having a chat with everybody in there.

When the club went for dinner, we decided to stay in the bar and drink more. I’ve since decided that this was the pivotal decision of the night, the fulcrum that sent us spiraling out of control.

Now, when I’m drunk I never, ever, get violent or offensive, but I will do almost anything people suggest. To give you an idea of our state as we left the club, myself, Joe, and another mate Richard piled on top of each other and started scrapping – all very good natured mind you, nothing aggressive, just dead arms and being thrown into walls etc.

This sort of carry on continued most of the way home, until Richard and the other (more sober) guy that was with us wondered off as myself and Joe carried on along the north bank of the Thames, beating each other and laughing about it. 

I don’t really remember too much about the journey from there on until we got to the Tower of London. Now, pay attention, because this is were it went wrong.

We both decided it was too much effort to walk all the way around the Tower, so decided to take a short cut through it, along the river bank. This is actually a route that you can freely walk during the day time (it’s packed full of tourists), but at night the rather large gates are closed.

No problem, I thought, and scaled over it with little effort. Years of rock climbing probably helped me there since Joe was a bit less hasty in his ascent.

Now over the gates, we set about walking to the other side with the intention of climbing over the gates there, on onward, home.

Before I continue, I want to just stress how innocent we thought this was. We genuinely, no doubt as a result of copious amounts of beer, thought there was no problem with doing this beyond being a bit cheeky. The fact that the city is on high terror alert, or that we were entering the complex where they keep the crown jewels just did not register with either of us. This was simply a shortcut.

So there we were, staring at the east gates which are impossible to climb, contemplating which option were were going to take.. climb down into the moat and walk around, or swim down the river. No comments on that please, I am well aware of everything you can say to me. Anyway, I digress, we were stood there making this choice when out of the blue we heard..

“GET DOWN!

GET ON THE FLOOR!!

GET ON THE FLOOR NOW!!!!”

Joe hit the deck instantly, and I in my drunken state stayed aloft wondering who these clowns were. I promptly followed Joe to the deck when I realised they weren’t clowns, but soldiers with sub machine guns.

So, lying on the floor with five blokes pointing guns at us, I turned to Joe and said “I think we made a mistake coming this way mate”

“This is not funny, this is serious” barked one of the soldiers.

“I’m well aware this is serious mate, you have an SA80 pointed at my face” came my reply.

We were then taken into the guard house and quizzed for a couple of hours… which included a phone call to my dad to confirm who I was.

All ended well as we were later released and carried on home, having to actually walk around afterall.

In hindsight, that was absolutely one of (but not the) most stupid things I have ever done, and if anybody from that night reads this, I am quite sorry for causing a fuss.