Posts Tagged ‘Corribee’

A posh Corribee

June 19th, 2010

I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately. I’m not sure why, but it needs sorting out, that’s for sure. I don’t think Vreli’s lack of facilities is helping much; a daily intake of microwave meals is getting to me I think. More reason to get on with it and finish Kudu, ain’t it!

On that note, and because I’ve had a productive evening, I’m going to let you in to my plans for my little Corribee. In fact, as Corribee’s go, I think I might well be building the poshest. If you know of any rivals, I’d be delight to hear about them.

I’ll start off with a couple of pictures.

Corribee SinkCorribee Galley

Here you can see something towards the end result. I’ve done away with the drab 1970’s dark plywood interior, and brightened it up with a coat of jersey cream paint. To balance the cream, I’ve used Deks Olje D1 on the freshly cut interior bits. The entire cabin will be finished off with polished stainless fittings.

Then there’s the sink! Note the mixer tap; this is because Kudu will have hot/cold running water. Of course, without an engine the hot water will only be available while on shore power, but I figured it’ll stay warm for 36 hours of so, so would keep things civilised during the odd night at anchor.

I’ve actually done quite a lot of work on her so far, but there’s still a few weekends left before she can go back in the water.

I’ve got a new stainless steel compression post, which looks so much better than the original galvanised (then painted) stick. I salvaged a scraped pushpit from the boatyard, found a straight length long enough, cut it to size with the grinder (removed the uprights at the same time), then cut the circular base of the post with the angle grinder out of some 3mm sheet in the scrap box, and got my mate to weld it for me. It transforms the interior, and is functional too, since it’s stronger then the previous one.

Corribee compression post

Excuse the mess :)

I bought a 200ah AGM battery, and built a custom battery box for it too. Actually, it’s not so much a box, but a tray with a couple of threaded bars to clamp the 61kg battery down with. This outfit will be epoxied to the hull, under the sink.  I’ve also cut new cabin sole boards out of 9mm marine ply. Actually, I’ve removed an awful lot of weight from Kudu in various ways. The flooring tile galley top that I thought was a great idea when I first fitted her out back in 2008 was pretty darn heavy. Instead of a sheet of 12mm ply, and the weighty flooring tile, it’s now just a single sheet of 9mm, sprayed to Rustoleum textured paint.

The cabin step the housed the original sink was a bit over engineered too. Actually, to be honest over engineered implies it was made stronger than required, but that wasn’t the case, it was just made with heavy wood nailed together. Using a bit of grey matter and investing in the time to produce the woodwork that Newbridge would have considered too expensive for their product, it’ll be both lighter and stronger.

I’m currently researching switch panels too. The standard shiny black rubbish that you get on chandlery shelves is not going to cut the mustard for this project. I’m currently deciding between a BEP panel, or a Blue Sea Systems panel.

Also, yet to be done is the insulation. I think this will make a huge difference to life onboard. I’m going to use Plastazote, after reading an article by Roger Taylor on the Unified Corribee website. It’s not cheap, but it’s safer than polystyrene (which incidentally, is not hydrophobic). I’m going to use this is “unsinkify” Kudu too. I.e. fill the useless voids like under the cockpit with foam.

That’s only half the jobs, but I’ve resolved to get her in the water as soon as possible. Ideally the deck could do with a lick of paint, but it’s not dire, and it can wait until next year; there only so much pre-season work a man can stand, you know.

So, lots of big exciting plans. I’ve not even mentioned the new rudder, wind vane idea, and rig, but I’ll get around to that in good time.

Mingming Ocean Sailing

May 6th, 2010

Roger Taylor is back with another book!

In 2008 I wrote a short review on his first book, Voyages of a Simple sailor, and what a review it was. Roger has the most addictive writing style, and I found myself glued to it’s pages until I was finally left disappointed that I’d ran out of new ones.

The new book, Mingming & the Art of Minimal Ocean Sailing: More Voyages of a Simple Sailor, will hopefully deliver more of that great writing, and knowing what he’s been doing in Mingming over the last few years, I have no doubt he’s got one hell of a story to tell.

Just on the slim chance that you don’t already know about Mingming, she’s a junk rigged Corribee, fitted out specifically for single handed ocean going. Roger has covered many thousands of miles in that little boat, which is essentially Kudu with a different rig. I honestly can’t wait to read this!

The book is currently on pre-order at Amazon, but I will post a full review when I get my copy.

Click here to pre order it.

Corribee Website

April 30th, 2010

I’ve been checking up on progress from time to time lately, and I felt I should give the unified Corribee site another mention since it’s become a rather useful resource, and in my opinion, puts the  other owners websites to shame.

When I bought Kudu, there were two Corribee websites, the neglected owners site, and corribee.org. M.J, a man who helped me an awful lot last year, took it upon himself to redeem the mess, and created the unified Corribee website, which features all the content of the two previous sites.

He’s gone further than simply combining the sites though, and the latest version is a wealth of information for Corribee owners and would be purchasers. There’s even a link on there to a podcast staring Roger Taylor of Ming Ming fame; I highly recommended hours’ listening, I might add.

If you’re at all interested in these amazing compact ocean cruisers, then check it out at corribee.org

Looks pretty, doesn’t she.

August 20th, 2009

Low water is 9:40. Should be able to get in the harbour at 11. Not looking forward to that surf coming back. She got dropped so hard on her keels. I am worried about hidden damage that will show itself when i’m next out.

So, all my bedding is wet, i have no clothes left, i’m stood here, wet and cold, and have a whole night of being wet to look forward to. I’m not happy. I wouldn’t have come in unless advised i could.

Not in the best of moods this evening.

Light reading

August 15th, 2009

Ever since I first read Voyages of a Simple Sailor I’ve been a fan of Roger Taylor. I you haven’t read it, by the way, I suggest you stop reading this now, and click here to buy it from Amazon (it also means I’ll get about 10p in commission which helps feed this writing sailor :) .

I’m quite surprised by the number of sailors I’ve encountered who haven’t even heard of Roger Taylor, or Ming Ming, his Corribee.

I promise you that this will be one of the best book purchases you will make this year.  The man is a master of the written word, a craftsman of language, and a bloody lunatic! A potent combination that will have you on the edge of your seat throughout. If you don’t agree by the time you get to the last page, then you have a truly inert sense of adventure indeed.

Sadly the last page comes all to soon, and thus pauses the epic tale of Mr Taylor.

Fortunately, he writes a monthly article on his website, and it always makes for entertaining reading.  I hadn’t checked for updates in a while, but I enjoyed reading the latest one this morning so much, that I thought it deserved sharing.

http://www.thesimplesailor.com/articles.html

I do believe that reason there have been no updates since June, is because he’s currently sailing to the Arctic, in a Corribee, similar to Kudu. Legend!

New Video

July 5th, 2009

I edited part 10 last night. The camera is essentially, still knackered. The exposure control has gone, and the battery lasts about 5 minutes. A lot of this footage was taken in between charges on the inverter, and is annoyingly over exposed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOTJ1zOqcj8

Fork in the road

March 24th, 2009

I’ve been pondering an escape for the last few days, and something happened this morning which made making a decision about it that little more pressing.

I’ve known my bank balance was getting in a sorry state for a couple of weeks now, and although I’ve been quite frugal with my spending, living in the middle of London just isn’t cheap.

My bank has a facility where they send a text message if my account falls below a threshold, and this morning the inevitable text message arrived, waking me from a peaceful sleep and introducing the new day with a fresh breakfast of dilemma.

£495.93

That’s it. That’s my bank balance as I write this. Not pretty is it. Thankfully, I’m owed some outstanding holiday pay by my former employer so I should have that topping up to a more comfortable £1500 by the end of the week. Still, it’s not an awful lot to behold in this Gordon Brown economy, I fear.

The rude awakening this morning then, served as a catalyst, a prod in the back towards making a decision. Do I stay in London until my mooring runs out in early June, hoping to find some income, or do I leave at the end of April, and travel around the coast  of Britain with a pitiful capital of about a thousand quid?

I think the latter is the only sane choice, but it’s a bloody nervy one. I want to do it, I really do, but I’m shit scared of what will happen if I run out of money.

I need to decide this week because I need to pay for my mooring renewal, and it’s then when I tell them three months, or two.

The thought of loading Kudu up with food and water, then turning left out of the lock and heading into the sunrise, down the Thames towards the east coast cruisers’ delights, is a warming idea. Exciting even!

I wonder if I can catch fish, and live of those. ;)

Preparing a boat for the Atlantic

November 6th, 2008

When a boat gets to the age of Kudu, 33, it’s probably had a few owners, and these owners have usually had their own little way of running the lines, preferred cabin modifications, brackets for the GPS etc. Of course, some of these owners were more handy at performing jobs than others, so a thirty three year old boat tends to be riddled with evidence of past modifications; patches of filler, holes drilled in strange places, who’s reason for existence is as baffling as Stone Henge itself.

I am no different to those owners, I am going to make my own modifications.

The Corribee is undoubtedly a seaworthy boat, but from the moment their hulls were prized from the molds at Newbridge Yachts, most of them were destined for a life inshore. Day sailing on a lake, the occasional sprint across a bay, or perhaps for the more adventurous of owners a dash across the far side of the local estuary for a few nights away from base. There’s nothing wrong with this of course, it’s the staple diet of British sailing, but it’s not exactly a breeding ground for oceanic modifications or design.

The Corribee has great big windows, for example. They’re perfect for keeping the cabin awash with light on those jolly dashes around the estuary, but when it comes to protecting itself from the crushing pressure of huge breaking waves, then the perspex sheets make a poor substitute for glass reinforced plastic.

Nope, if I am going to be heading into deep water with my little boat, then I have a lot of work to do before hand.

Floating

A reasonably important aspect of a boat is its buoyancy. In fact, it’s kind of essential. The default action to most sailors when notified about a hull breach would be to swipe the grab bag, lob the life raft overboard and await rescue as their portable island sinks to the depths. I do not fancy suffering that, especially in the middle of at Atlantic, so Kudu will be made unsinkable.

Now, I know at this point some of you will be thinking thoughts involving the word ‘Titanic’, but assure you, you are wrong. Keeping 1.5 tons of Corribee on the surface is somewhat easier and more fool proof than 52,000 tons of ship.

So, the plan is to fill as many voids in the boat as possible with foam. If I can have a theoretical displacement of the weight of the boat in foam within the cabin, then I could ram adrift containers until my heart is content and suffer no more than wet feet and slow progress.

This, to me, seems like a much safer tactic than jumping into a inflatable toy and hoping for the best.

A safe haven

Kudu is rain proof. The skies can absolutely throw it down outside, and inside I’m all dry and cosy, but when Kudu arrived safely at her marina in September I gave her a good wash down. Out came the hosepipe and the deck got a good covering of water before I went to work with a sponge, then hosed off again to finish.

When I had packed up all the washing gubbins I went below to find water everywhere. Unlike rain, falling almost straight down, the water from the hose took whatever angle my hand gave it, and so a good portion of the water that arrived on the deck made its way up under the hatch and into the cabin. Unlike the relative trickle of a hose, a wave would not only make life on board rather unpleasant, but it would give the bilge pump a bit of a workout too.

This is obviously no good, so for the Jester, Kudu will undergo some surgery to her hatches. The forehatch will be glassed in place, but the companion way still has a question mark over it. Ideally I’d like to seal up the washboards and replace the sliding hatch with a hinged, and water tight Houdini style hatch, but I’m reluctant to do this since it makes living on the boat impractical. This area still needs thought, but without question, it is an problem that needs attention before I can set off.

Power

Kudu has no means of charging her own battery. I plan on adding a Rutland 513 wind turbine and two solar cells. The 513 doesn’t seem to throw out enough power to realistically keep the batteries up, but it’s bigger brother is just too big for Kudu, so I’m going to supplement it with the two solar cells. One either on the deck aft of the mast, or at the stern mounted over the stern locker lid, and one over the forehatch. I was going to run it all into one battery, the 85ah that’s currently on board, but a career in computing has taught me to spot single points of failure and sort them out.

Kudu doesn’t have room for two large leisure batteries, so I’m thinking that I may perhaps create a separate, self contained “power station” forward using a small 12v motorcycle gel battery and a solar cell. It will happily sit there and stay maintained, and provide emergency power should something fail with the main system.

Finding America

I would love to navigate all the way with nothing more than a sextant and map, and I will try and learn how to do so before I set off, but the reality of the situation is I’m not going to be able to rely on that, so my navigation will be battery powered. I will have a GPS chart plotter, as well as a backup hand held GPS. Vital details of distance from the pub will needless to say, still be plotted on a paper chart.

Forces of nature

I’m not happy with Kudu’s rig. The forestay is attached to the bow roller, which is in turn bolted to the deck with an aluminium back plate. This, to my mind, is no good. I plan on making a steel bracket that will have a strap running down, and bolted through, the bow. Any force is ultimately on the hull then, not on the much weaker deck.

The spars are a bit too ‘day sailer’ too. The mast is 33 years old and while it’s by no means knackered, I’d prefer a more substantial mast for ocean work. If funds allow, I shall sort this. Perhaps I can’t afford not to?

Forces of man

Sailing a boat singlehanded with a poor running rigging setup is a crap experience. Having to dash forward to change a sail or work at the mast to raise a halyard or reef is just a pain in the backside, believe me. This is just from my experience sailing in rivers too, when you add an ocean into the mix the whole affair would become incredibly dangerous, and so I need to make sure Kudu is as easy to control as possible.

Kudu already has roller furling which is a delightful thing after owning a leisure 17 without, and most lines lead aft, but once they get there things are lacking somewhat. The winches are non existant. I don’t know the name for them, but they aren’t really winches, just things that spin and help a little bit with handling the genoa. Tedious, and unsafe. I will be replacing these with self tailing winches. I only need small one’s which will help keep the cost down.

The other lines – halyards, topping lift, reefing (main) and furling, all terminate on cleats. This is kind of ok, but I’d prefer cams which will make adjustments much faster and neater.

I will also be completely replacing the running rigging. All of it. Some of it is a bit tatty and I want to replace the lot and introduce my own colour scheme, not for looks, for quick identification.

TBC

A statement of intent

October 26th, 2008

I read quite a lot. Never fiction though because it takes me so long to read a book that it seems such an awful waste of time to get to the end without learning from somebody else’s mistakes.

Joe Simpson’s classic Touching the Void was the book that started me off I think. I was climbing a lot at the time and a friends dad was reading it. He said it was fantastic and I should give it a go. Me, reading a book? With my reputation?

Thankfully I grew out of my books-are-for-stupid-people-without-a-telly stage and bought a copy. From the first few pages I was hooked. This guy was doing exactly what I’d been dreaming about aspiring to as I was clambering around the Wilton quarries near Bolton. The infamous accident was the least important part of the book to me, the shear flame of adventure had me hooked. By the way, there’s another cracking read, “The flame of adventure” By Simon Yates (the unjustly deserved ‘rope cutter’ from the former book). Nothing really happens, it’s a wonderful documentation of exactly what the title says.

Soon I was reading more and more, until finally one day I picked up a copy of Ice Bird (David Lewis) from the local library. It’s essentially the story of a guy that goes completely mad and decides to sail, on his own, to the antarctic.

Single handed sailing was now firmly in my mind as the ultimate test of one’s mettle. It doesn’t matter where you go, as long as you don’t know you can do it. Hell, taking a trip down the Leeds-Liverpool single handed is no small feat if it means you leave your own personal safety net of near guaranteed success. I think that’s the key to a personal challenge, and unless it’s solo you still don’t know if you alone could have pulled it off. As I read all these books curiosity was beginning to take root somewhere in the great big play area that is my mind.

Joshua Slocum, Robin Knox-Johnston, Ellen McArther, Dee Cafari, Roger Taylor; all these people seemed to be living my own dream. They were all scaring the crap out of themselves to see where it would take them, heck, some of them scared themselves so much they started to enjoy it!

Wouldn’t it be fantastic if I were like them. What a dream. Just the thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Solo, in an ocean. They must be super human!

It’s Roger Taylor’s fault. This ridiculous blog post I mean. It was while I was reading his book that it clicked. The thought that could well be the start of my demise is that the one and only difference between him and me, is that he has gone and done it. The only difference between me and Ellen MacArthur is that she has been and done it… and she’s a girl… and I don’t cry that much.

That’s it though isn’t it. The only thing stopping you is you. You need a great deal of experience to do what these people do, sure, but that’s a crap excuse if you’re trying to convince yourself that you can’t do it. Every single thing required to live the dream, I posses. I have intent.

Cold, harsh, brutal intent, and I intend to cross the Atlantic ocean in my 21ft Corribee. I must be dreaming, right? No. I know that it could well be a living nightmare, I know that I am going to have to spend a small fortune on the boat to make it ocean worthy, and I know that I am going to have to gain a huge amount of experience to do it, but I will. I have to.

So, my statement of intent. Posted here in public, because even the best of intentions sometimes need a kick up the arse. :)

I am going to cross the start line for the Jester Challenge 2010.



Timeout

October 12th, 2008

I decided to go home for a bit. The non stop alcohol fueled, public house hosted mostly-work-but-more-play party that is the currently economically depressed London, was getting the better of me, so I am here. Here has standing headroom and a bath, which is a pleasant novelty, not to mention the fast internet connection which is pure bliss for the digitally impatient.

Using the internet connection I have been following the start of the Volvo Ocean Yacht Race, putting my virtual money (I don’t really gamble) on Delta Lloyd, who are at the moment becalmed. This is why I don’t really gamble you see, well, almost never, I do on occasion put a quid on the lottery, or use some pocket change to buy a scratch card when I’ve been to the super market. Last week I won twenty quid on a scratch card, then yesterday I went to buy some bits from Tesco, and put a whole pound on a lucky dip!

I haven’t checked the results yet, but here’s what is going to happen; I am going to win, just £24,000 though, and with that I am going to quit work and take my little Corribee south, around to the coast to Dorset. I’m going to sail her up the Avon in Christchurch and get her lifted out, where I shall do a little work over the winter to convert her into a solid ocean boat. Namely, fill her with foam and make Kudu unsinkable. Obviously I shall take my time over doing this since there’s no rush to be anywhere in the winter. January will see a trip back to London for the boat show, where I’ll buy a couple of solar panels and a Rutland 503 wind turbine.

Once I’ve fitted these, I’ll probably take off for a couple of months, heading to Cornwall. I do like it there. I’ll come back to the boat for around March, when she’ll be lifted back into the water, and I’ll head out into the solent and turn right. I’ll go as far west as I can be bothered and then turn south, right accross Biscay for some late winter adrenalin. When i’ve scared myself sufficiently, It’s a short stint toward Gib’ and into the Med, where my year of sun will commence.

I really don’t want to check those numbers.