LOSSC -> Shanklin -> Inshore Rescue -> LOSSC [Chris]
Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:00 am
Chris wrote:
I'd like to start by giving a great big thank you to Erling, you really saved our day!
So after making my mistakes last time, going to the IOW when it was misty, without compass chart or phone, this time I decided to go a little further (to Shanklin) - with all the above equipment!
We left LOSSC with a F5-6, which almost made us turn back as soon as we'd left! Reefing the jib and letting out a lot of traveller, we strived on and fortunately the wind calmed down to a F4-5 as we cornered the IOW.
Unfortunately, this is where my Chart finished - which caused two problems. Firstly, we went over Bembridge Ledge where the currents hit the ledge and shoot upwards, causing havoc to the waves - and my 15! Secondly, we weren't really sure what Shanklin looked like from the sea at distance! But with style and confidence, we arrived and I phoned Erling to say "we're here!"
...20 minutes later, and he hadn't turned up (altho he only lives 200 yards away!). Asking a passer by revealed we were in Yaverlin, not Shanklin! Whilst not knowing whether to laugh or curse - Erling turned up to the rescue, realising that we weren't where I had said we were! Hero!
The next day, there was no wind what-so-ever, and we couldn't leave the beach! Managed to get a tow by a local into deeper waters, where we praddled and hoped that we'd get into the tidal streams. Very slowly we made it around the corner of the island. Heading home (slowly) I'd just handed over the helm and was laying down on the tramp, head on our bag of clothes, when my better half screamed "Chris Chris CHRIS!"...
There was a bang, and before I knew it the mast had fallen down across the boat! S#!T
Fortunately nobody was hurt, it was quite calm (a few big waves only), and we managed to wave down a nearby yacht - who threw us a line and towed us into wind while we sorted ourselves out. We pulled down the mainsail, pulled out the jib from the water and lashed the mast to the boat.
The yacht had called Inshore Rescue who kindly towed us back to LOSSC, where races had just finished and we had a nice crowd watching us arrive!
It turns out the forestay shackle broke. We think it was a weakness in the thread, which must have sheared off, which in turn caused the shackle to bend open - not something easily done! We were so very fortunate that it happened then and not the day before, when there were very few boats and much more wind and waves!
Erling: I was going to call you to thank you for your kindness etc, but with the following madness and 2 weeks away on a training course, it kinda slipped my mind, sorry!
Moral of this story, urm... maybe a VHF radio + training course in case we aren't so lucky next time?
Chris.
...where every outing seems to become a story!
I'd like to start by giving a great big thank you to Erling, you really saved our day!
So after making my mistakes last time, going to the IOW when it was misty, without compass chart or phone, this time I decided to go a little further (to Shanklin) - with all the above equipment!
We left LOSSC with a F5-6, which almost made us turn back as soon as we'd left! Reefing the jib and letting out a lot of traveller, we strived on and fortunately the wind calmed down to a F4-5 as we cornered the IOW.
Unfortunately, this is where my Chart finished - which caused two problems. Firstly, we went over Bembridge Ledge where the currents hit the ledge and shoot upwards, causing havoc to the waves - and my 15! Secondly, we weren't really sure what Shanklin looked like from the sea at distance! But with style and confidence, we arrived and I phoned Erling to say "we're here!"
...20 minutes later, and he hadn't turned up (altho he only lives 200 yards away!). Asking a passer by revealed we were in Yaverlin, not Shanklin! Whilst not knowing whether to laugh or curse - Erling turned up to the rescue, realising that we weren't where I had said we were! Hero!
The next day, there was no wind what-so-ever, and we couldn't leave the beach! Managed to get a tow by a local into deeper waters, where we praddled and hoped that we'd get into the tidal streams. Very slowly we made it around the corner of the island. Heading home (slowly) I'd just handed over the helm and was laying down on the tramp, head on our bag of clothes, when my better half screamed "Chris Chris CHRIS!"...
There was a bang, and before I knew it the mast had fallen down across the boat! S#!T
Fortunately nobody was hurt, it was quite calm (a few big waves only), and we managed to wave down a nearby yacht - who threw us a line and towed us into wind while we sorted ourselves out. We pulled down the mainsail, pulled out the jib from the water and lashed the mast to the boat.
The yacht had called Inshore Rescue who kindly towed us back to LOSSC, where races had just finished and we had a nice crowd watching us arrive!
It turns out the forestay shackle broke. We think it was a weakness in the thread, which must have sheared off, which in turn caused the shackle to bend open - not something easily done! We were so very fortunate that it happened then and not the day before, when there were very few boats and much more wind and waves!
Erling: I was going to call you to thank you for your kindness etc, but with the following madness and 2 weeks away on a training course, it kinda slipped my mind, sorry!
Moral of this story, urm... maybe a VHF radio + training course in case we aren't so lucky next time?
Chris.
...where every outing seems to become a story!