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R.I.P Peace Nelson Mandela (Invictus)

Invictus (Much loved by Madiba)

By William Ernest Henley,

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.
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Eventful Yacht Delivery of Blue Octopus (Moody 333)

LOTS of drama aboard this eventful Yacht Delivery of a Moody 333 called Blue Octopus.

The proud new owners are the Sinclair Brothers, Ian and Stuart. Being very happy with their new purchase they decided to get Thumbs Up to deliver her to North Fambridge in Essex. Another delivery to Fambridge! I couldn’t believe it, after the 40knot winds we had in the Estuary on ‘Hullabaloo’ I did see the passage with a touch of trepidation. However, having done it once, I was more than confident we could do it again!

We arrived to Lidcombe Boatyard, got the dinghy in the water and loaded our gear in. Quite a lot in the end, this time there was 4 of us! (Anthony Andrew as 1st mate, Donal and Jenny as crew, and me as delivery skipper)
The outboard, after spluttering hopefully once, refused to start up. The yard couldn’t remember exactly where she was tied up and so it was a bit of an exploration around the river to find her. Luckily the tide was helping us along, so the heavily laden dinghy wasn’t too much work to row to Blue Octopus.

When we got on board there were a couple of surprises. The main being, there were only two teaspoons and a couple of mugs on ‘crockery and cutlery front’. The autopilot also seemed to be missing the drive belt, so hand steering all the way it would be!
Donal and Jenny managed to get ashore and convince a fish and chip shop to give us some skillets and plastic cutlery. So at least we could eat!

We departed at 10pm into the night to the sound of what seemed every pub in Salcombe in rapturous Sing-A-long. The temptation to turn back and tie up to the buoy was NEARLY too much. Luckily, the Atlantic swell and darkness quickly put us in delivery mode. Sails up, Lets GO!

Lovely down wind sailing ensued. Off of Ventnor on the Isle of Wight the breeze died late afternoon. Time for the engine!
Aaannnnd…… it doesn’t want to start! Try and try. A complete no go. I gave Stuart a call to report we’d be sailing in towards Cowes to tie up on a mooring buoy and call out an Engineer. Disappointed but understanding, he said no problem.
“Okay, so before we go in… lets try one more time” Amazingly, this time Jenny’s magic touch  got it started!!
“Okay, if we turn it off and it starts again, we’ll continue on..”

And sure enough, started first time!

And so onwards, motoring into the night.Donal and Jenny got me up, a little concerned by some nearby ships. I popped up, nothing to be too concerned about I thought. “Just keep an eye on them for now…” About 5 mins later, they called again… “One of them has turned right in towards us now!”
It was a large commercial fishing boat, pretty infamous for their unpredictability and general distaste for ‘yachties’.
“Hard to Starboard!” I shouted.
Although fairly close, they had previously been going totally the other direction. Whether they’d happened on a shoal of fish that happened to be exactly where we were I’m not sure. But nonetheless, they certainly weren’t hanging around or taking much notice of us! Except for the fishing boat incident it was a beautiful night, the meteor shower and clear sky gave us an incredible display to keep weary eyes occupied and tired minds entertained.

The following morning, the breeze came up again off of Dungeness Point. “Righto, engine off…” As I throttled back and put the engine into neutral, it suddenly started revving up, completely of its own accord. “THAT’S NOT NORMAL!”
When the revs subsided I quickly turned it off. Something weird was definitely going on with this engine.The idle adjuster nut has possibly slipped I thought, after playing with it for a while, the engine seemed a touch more normal, but definitely acting up!
Nonetheless, it started, and gave us forward propulsion without too much problem. So we thought we may as well push on,we were getting quite close now. All that was left was to pass Dover, Goodwin Sands and then into the Thames Estuary for the final leg.
Afterall, the forecast was for pretty decent wind, so hopefully we’d be sailing most of the way!

After a good sail past Dover, gybing round the Goodwin Sands and then a beam reach to Fisherman’s Gat. Night had fallen, high tide had just passed and so we decided to come up into the breeze and sail over the sand banks between us and the River Crouch. (Last time I decided to go the long way round as ‘Hullabaloo’ had a deep draught)
I saw by my handheld GPS that we weren’t quite going to cross over the deepest section of the sandbank so I thought “Lets quickly chuck a tack in, and then we’ll have more room for maneuvering”. So we tacked over, I couldn’t believe it… with the tide now beginning to rip out of the estuary, our tacking angle was almost 160 degrees. We were almost going exactly back the way came from! With a bit of trimming and a lot of concentrating on the helm I managed to improve on it a bit, BUT NOT MUCH! Okay time to put the ‘donk’ (Engine) on and motor up tide to a suitable position. “ITS NOT STARTING!!!!!” I couldn’t believe it, if there was a time we needed it, this what is it!
My real concern was, the longer we took before crossing the sandbank, the more the tide was going out! Time to commit! Forget the engine, we’re going to have to sail all the way now!

So we went for it. Donal had a torch on the depth guage and was calling out the depths. It dropped steadily. 10metres…… 9 metres…. 8 metres…. and then quicker!    5metres. 2 metres…

By this stage we were committed, we had all the sails up, were half way across with very shallow water either side of us.
1.8! 1.7!
But thats where it stopped going down, it started rising again and I started breathing again!

Now it was time for the tricky sail and navigation up the Crouch. Me and Anthony began tacking up into it against the tide at 10.30pm.
Tack after Tack after Tack. Every five or so minutes. Again and Again.
Desperately trying to make some headway, some progress up the river. And we did, but slowly.
As the hours hours and the tide flowed past, a dim light began show behind us. “What’s the time!?….. 4.30am!”
It had hardly flown by, but we certainly were kept busy.
By now we could make out the banks of the river and so the decision of when to tack was slightly less stressful.

Finally, we had Burnham on Crouch in our sites, we tacked through moored up yachts in a light breeze. Fatigue really starting to kick.
When all of a sudden.. NO WIND.
There was 2 knots of tide flowing back up the river by this stage, meaning we were just floating, with no engine, no steerage. I quickly looked around as to what our options were, but to be honest. If you can’t steer, its more of a damage calculation than limitation exercise!

A slight puff gave me enough steerage to get around one yacht. There was a RIB behind it, so I wasn’t too fussed about bumping into that… WHICH WE DID.
Anyway, rather fortunately this spun us around into tide with the zephyr of a breeze behind us.
We quickly got the main in, and with Genoa sheet in one hand and helm in the other. I managed to ferry glide us towards a mooring buoy. It was time to tie up, this was getting too risky!
I called up jokingly to Anthony as we approached (He was preparing a lasso in order to tie us up)  “You better get this f—ing mooring buoy!”
At the last moment, a puff of wind carried us too far forward…. “Furl the Genny!”
The buoy was right next to me, but Anthony was up on the bow. “F–k wheres the boathook!……Too late…”
There was nothing for it but to try again, the last attempt was so close. This time though, it worked to perfection!!!
We tied up, high fives and Thumbs Up all over the show!

Fatigue was taking over, we had tacked over 70 times between 10.30 and our arrival at 6.30. But if we slept now, I was sure we wouldn’t wake for another 14 hours. So nothing for it but to start the tidy and clean up.
Keep up the momentum, thats the attitude at Thumbs Up Sailing Yacht Delivery.
A few hours later Blue Octopus was spotless and we were on our way home!

Thumbs Up to my Crew…. Anthony, Donal and Jenny! Excellent work guys, you really got into the spirit of Thumbs Up!

Yacht Delivery of Hanse 37 from Hamble to Fambridge, Essex.

This short hop was a Yacht Delivery on behalf of Robin Townsend and his wife Belinda. They’d just purchased a fantastic new yacht, a 37ft Hanse called “Hullabaloo”.

DELIVERY STATS: Distance: 250nm. Duration: 32 hrs. No. of hours with engine on: 2hrs. Wind range: 15kts – 40kts. Average Speed: 7.8kts! Skipper: Matthew Kotze. 1st Mate: Lyle Skipage

Hullabaloo in the Hamble pre-departure.

Hullabaloo in the Hamble pre-departure.

On arrival to the yacht in Hamble, we did the usual handover. As the owners were stepping off to head home back to Essex, they dropped their car key in the harbour!
And unfortunately, not the usual metal type of key. One of the fancy, plastic ‘not a key’ key! We tried the magnet trick, but there must not have been any metal in the key at all. There was nothing for it but to dive down, I’m not a fan of harbour water to say the least. But, beyond the call of duty and all that! Unfortunately the tide must’ve carried the key away, because it was definitely not there anymore!

We departed next morning, after getting the main on. We were hardly off the pontoon, when a lovely, very British, torrential downpour soaked us to the bone. A sign of things to come!? Definitely!

We did however get very good Solent sailing! She took off from the start at 7+ knots. (Mind you, the Volvo Ocean boat Abu-Dhabi did sail circles round us.)

Thumbs Up Yacht Delivery12We managed to get our tidal calculations spot on and so had very favourable tides in all the right places: Solent, Beachy Head and the Dover Straits.

Sailing downwind in a F5, we made great progress. The speed never dropping below 6kts.

By the time it was my 4am watch we were already approaching Goodwin Sands (A sandbank thats reported to have claimed more than 2000 vessels) On its eastern side, sits the East Goodwin Lightship, which if kept on the port side going North guides you safely round the sandbank.

Coming up onto a beam reach, sent our speed soaring, we were averaging well over 10knots. We passed the London Wind Array in no time.
As we began tacking up The Kings Channel, an almighty Gale kicked in. The breeze was gusting 40knots. The last 20miles therefore was a tough sail, torrential rain made the visibility very poor and so tough to be tacking up the relatively narrow channels of the Thames Estuary.

The approach to the River Crouch is not much easier. No real landmarks and lots of semi-submerged mudbanks depending on the state of tide!

Due to a concern that the engine was running a bit hot, we decided to sail all the way up. It was a blessing really, as once were in the river. The sun came out and it really was a lovely sail!

We arrived at Fambridge with more than enough water to get in. And so after a big clean up and rig-check. The yacht delivery was done. Thumbs Up to all!

English: River Crouch. View from footpath East...

Thunder Clouds at Fambridge Yacht Haven