My Guru

My Guru had watched my struggles and antics, mistakes and triumphs. To someone who has sailed all his life he was not surprised. He had seen it all before. However thank goodness he had compassion and understood the passion for sailing I had and was willing to subtly teach me ‘sailing’.

As we all know, boating on a budget means mastering a lot of complex skills. Diesel engines, moorings, sails, warps, stem head fittings, furling Gear, kicking straps, plotters, navigation lights and so on. Being an engineer of course he knew how to sort out a new propeller shaft, taught me how to charge the stern gear, why I had oil in the bilge, winterising, engine service and so on.

After my little trouble with Paul, my Guru took me sailing both in his boat and mine. He taught me to heave too, sail trimming and making good use of tide and tidal currents. He parted with a lot of good local pilotage knowledge and he showed me how to use DSC on the radio. He had excellent sight of the moorings from his home and had some good advice on keeping ones boat safe. He warned me of the possibility of ending up like this guy who got it wrong with the tide just opposite me.

I wintered Juliet Jay up stream on the way to Wareham at Ridge farm, Ridge Wharf, where Juno and I would spend hours cleaning and messing about in boats. Juno loved it to, being a pointer she had lots of practice pointing at ducks, deer and bumble bees! The trips up the River Frome from Hamworthy were good practice for river navigation. It was good to have the boat so close to home.

Lesson Three

 As I mentioned last time, Poole (like all other harbours, marinas and anchorages) has eyes. The little fiasco with Juliet Jay had been fascinating entertainment to many watching from ashore. One of these pair of eyes became a good friend. I nicknamed him my Guru, a gentleman sailor of much experience and wisdom and an engineer of great skill and generosity. 

From his window he could see my mooring and made the effort to strike up a conversation each time I went sailing. Gradually he parted with help, advice and practical support invaluable to a totally green beginner.

My sailing lessons began soon after the little fiasco. Paul had saved the day and I now had confidence that he could teach me to sail.

We went out two or three times in good weather and I got the hang of setting the mainsail and Genoa. We tacked and reefed and I thought I got the gist of it. One problem I had was my growing puppy now eight months old. We had a kind puppy sitter in my next door neighbour.

On one occasion the puppy sitter was unavailable but as Juno was getting bigger I felt I could leave her for a short sail. I explained this to Paul and we agreed to be back for Juno by a certain time. The weather was fine and the forecast F3 to F4 gusting F5 later. Well as you know weather forecasts can be accurate, can be nearly accurate and sometimes not so accurate. On this day it was, well let’s just say it should have been plus 1, so F4 to F5 gusting F6 later! Starting with sails fully set we had a great sail until it was time to return. Paul basically went on strike. He refused to do or advise anything. He wanted to sail on, he turned really nasty, cursing the dog and me, he let me broach four times. I felt the rudder lose contact, Juliet Jay rounded up neatly. To be frank it was quite alarming, I was still very green! As we approached our fifth it occurred to me to let the main sheet out and reef the Genoa. By now we were moving quite quickly the wind was 20 to 25 knots and Paul sat there in a big sulk! We continued to heel alarmingly but at least we were going in the right direction. To reef the mainsail was my next task, this meant going up to the mast. I had done this once before but with willing active crew. Fortunately the auto pilot worked and I managed not to catch the battens in the lazy Jacks. I will not go on but somehow I got to the mooring, managed to pick it up and secure everything in 30 knots of wind. I took Paul ashore without a word and decided I would not take him sailing again.

Of course  the ‘eyes’ of Poole harbour were upon me!

The truth is I learnt a lot that day. A lot about myself, a lot about sailing solo. I think Paul’s lessons taught me quite a lot too! Juno was very pleased to see me!

Lesson Two

 I had been at Poole for no more than a fortnight before I learnt a serious lesson. Read your boat survey carefully and make sure you understand it all.

In the first couple of weeks I had taken my new pride and joy out for a couple of short trips solo. I had even dared to get the Genoa up! Poole harbour is a good place to learn to sail and a place to read the charts carefully and watch the depth gauge. I was beginning to understand the tides too. I probably had three knots of tidal current on the mooring which was tricky if the outboard motor failed in the inflatable tender.

It was high tide and I arrived to take Juliet Jay out for another short trip. I noticed as I approached that she seemed to be sitting in the water very slightly differently but thought nothing more about it. On opening up the washboards I was somewhat shocked to see that there was an inch of water in the saloon. I didn’t panic but there was a certain amount of anxiety!

What should I do? 

‘Paul’ I thought, he might be able to help!

Well Paul came very quickly and we managed to establish where the leak was. He suggested, as we had bilge keels, we could ‘beach her’ nearer the shore as the tide went out. Obvious really! Hamworthy had a firm bottom inshore of my mooring. Luck was on my side again. Paul used the sikaflex I had on board to fill the offending holes and we were dry again. 

The survey had mentioned that the rudder fixings needed tightening up. This I had done but not the ones just on the waterline which I hadn’t noticed. As Juliet Jay rocked on her mooring so these fixings had loosened and with every lap against the hull a small amount of water had entered through the transom. 

This event included a lot of useful lessons, for example I learnt how to use the tender to move Juliet Jay around, drop her anchor and use the kedge anchor. Also the importance of understanding the survey. 

Paul had come up ‘trumps’.

Now Poole harbour is not without its eyes! The Guru had been watching all of this. Or perhaps I should say my Guru. 

Paul

 

“Robert, Robert, I’ve found the boat for you” a firm voice from aloft hailed me.

In my landlady’s barn there had been a fine old folk boat in poor condition awaiting renovation by a keen and talented person. At last Paul had bought it and was doing a fine job. I would walk pass this operation every day on the way to my studio and he was there most Thursdays working on it. We had discussed my new found passion for sailing after my wife had died. 

“eBay......a great boat, ideal for you”. 

He gave me a link to a Moody 27 named Juliet Jay. Well I looked and agreed it looked a nice boat. My initial prejudice at buying a boat on eBay was soon put aside. She was on a pontoon in Brixham in Devon so not too far to go and see her. 

As of course you would expect I fell in love with her. I had over the previous four months seen a host of Hunters, Sadlers and Westerlies. True she was the only Moody I had seen, but as green as I was then, she seemed to be streets better than anything I had seen. She had been well looked after and was for her age in excellent condition. 

So it was that I visited the Brixham marina in November 2009 and fell for Juliet Jay. It was difficult because my recently departed wife was called Juliet. I am not sure whether this had an effect on me or my three children. None of them were very keen on their wayward Father taking up sailing. Expensive, risky and beyond their control!

At the same time I took on a reluctant new crew member for company, Juno pictured below.

She helped me right from the start. My father had been a keen fisherman and said that dogs and fishing did not work well together; this is also true of sailing for some dogs. Juno never really took to sailing, her legs were too long and gangerly. She, like the rest of my family, went along with it under protest and wished somehow I would get over it sooner rather than later.

 Juliet Jay was surveyed by a great guy from Exeter. He came down to Brixham and looked at her secured to the harbour wall afloat and dry. The result, to cut it short was that I became the proud owner of a Moody 27.

Having a bilge keel was to prove a blessing, making me a little bit bolder when I eventually got her to her home mooring in Poole Harbour.

I did a lot of reading about sailing, took a lot of advice from professional and non professional guys. 

I kept her on a pontoon in Brixton until February before sailing her East the 75 odd nautical miles to Hamworthy.  New alternator, starter motor and a host of other improvements in addition to an engine service, the fuel tank and injectors were cleaned. 

I did not feel confident enough to take the trip on my own, so it came about that I asked ‘Paul’ if he would come with me. I would pay him and cover all travel costs.

This he readily agreed to do. How trusting I was, how naive I was, how lucky I was! That’s when someone somewhere looks after us. 

I didn’t know Paul, he just appeared out of nowhere. Yes he had found a sound boat for me. Much later he told me he couldn’t crew on one occasion as he was in court and was likely to be away for several months. Much later I found out that he was about to attend one of Her Majesty’s Prisons for the tenth time due to violent related incidents largely as a result of drink and drugs.

I was Completely oblivious of this as we set off from Brixham one late night in mid February. Yes it was quite cold but we did have appropriate clothing. The weather was good, misty patches, slight or moderate, variable F2. It was important to pass Portland Bill with the tide in our favour. 

This was 2010, there were several oil tankers anchored in Lyme Bay waiting for the price of oil to rise. These were visible from a long way off especially at night with many lights. I had gone down below to make tea and when I came up again I was shattered to see one of these tankers at very close quarters. Paul had steered Juliet Jay right up under the stern of one, the funnel towering hundreds of feet above us. This was not very clever. We were in the lee of her and the sea was oddly choppie. The arch lights lit us up and blinded us, night vision evaporated. 

If your first sailing experience is at night, in February, crossing Lyme Bay with one other guy (an almost total stranger) with a serious violent criminal record, it will put you in good stead for future night passages! 

It was off the Dorset coast that Paul told me how he had lost his last boat. Apparently he was sailing off the beach at Eastbourne when he lost engine power in a F8 gale and his subsequent rescue by the RNLI was show in dramatic detail on BBC live television. He was rather annoyed that they refused to take his boat under tow as it was considered too dangerous. They save lives not boats.

But on this occasion, Paul behaved very well. He didn’t really read charts but relied more on an understanding of navigation buoys. I knew to give Portland Bill a wide berth, finding the Shambles buoy was easy, but the race off St Alban’s ledge and Anvil Point was quite exciting with waves rocking us about in a most alarming fashion. 

We did the whole trip without sail which in retrospect was strange. He could have made it much more comfortable with a little bit of Sail up. We did have a very good plotter and charts and I had done a lot of practice using them, navigation was not a  problem for me but understanding races and tidal currents was new to me. The entrance into Poole harbour is tricky if you don’t know it and haven’t read the pilotage advice. - Three ferries at the same time at the entrance to Poole below.

We found the mooring in Hamworthy eventually and he shot off home quite happily. We had made a very satisfactory passage without any real problem.