Wardley Marine Yacht Club sailors Malcolm and Simon collect the cup for the first sail over to Piel this year!
On this particular cold February Sunday morning, the barometer was high causing problems. Come high water (11.15) and still aground in the mud, Jamila and her twin keels were begrudgingly hauled clear into the Wyre under full engine power. On the river, febrile activity was taking place searching for a lady thought to have fallen in near the village of St. Michael. She hadn’t been seen for some time and speculation on social media was creating news nationally. So there was a sense of morbid excitement in the air as we set off down the river Wyre en route to Piel Island. The sea state was calm with little wind to carry the sails. But with a strong out going tide and the iron donkey down below, a good 5 knots was averaged over the next three hours.
Eventually, we arrived at Piel and looked for a place to moor up. We thought, “Why mess about with buoys and rope” when we know of a nice muddy place to park? So Jamila was driven aground into the soft mud at said place, and shortly left high and dry by the receding tide. The crew decided not to descend the ladder and instead was happy to drink tea and do social media. The skipper however, did, and toddled off for an island walk. As can be seen in the photo above, no anchor was dropped in preparation for the returning tide, as there was plenty of time to tour the island and be reunited with the boat. And once back, the little wind that was, would gently blow Jamila towards at least one of the vacant buoys situated out yonder.
We did not think the Ship Inn would be open, and it wasn’t. As it happened, the new King of Piel Arran and islanders Don & Sharron had been doing a spot of painting. All evidence of labour was just and so tidied up when I arrived, but we all found time for a chinwag and a beer or two. It was a very nice but short stay, and once back on the boat, Jamila’s stove was stoked with charcoal, and the tilly and brass oil lamps were lit for the night. We spent the evening on board, with temperatures just above freezing outside but thanks to old-fashioned technology, inside the cabin it remained cosy and dry. It went dark around four thirty in the afternoon, as it was, after all, February, and the returning tide started lapping around the hull at around eight O’clock. Soon Jamila was drifting out towards the deserted buoys in the dark, and with a little prod from the engine, the crew went forward and took one. Safely tied up, we enjoyed a hash of tinned beef and baked beans, elevated from dullness with lots of finely chopped onion, sultanas, and Lee & Perins. A good bottle of Australian wine was found in the bilges to help all this goodness down the hatches. And it did not stop there, later in the evening, a bottle of whisky was produced and was enjoyed whilst looking up at a magnificent star-lit sky. Very soon the conversation turned to putting the world to rights, as so often it does on nights like this. As the evening unfolded, the uneasy excitement of earlier in the day gently transformed into a blissful calm. Eventually, an overwhelming feeling of tiredness, and the thought of an early start, got the better of us. We topped up the stove with fuel, blew out the lamps, and snugged up into our awaiting sleeping bags. With no time lost, Jamila’s two Lancashire lads fell into a sound sleep. But nothing lasts forever. After three hours or so, this was interrupted by an errant swell coming in with the high tide over Mort Bank, bumping the boat and jiggling a loose anchor up forward. The crew sat it out lying in their cots, and soon enough, the tide started its six-hour-long ebb, and all went quiet once again.
All too soon, it was four-thirty on ourselves into action with just a cup of tea and yoghurt, and departed thirty minutes later into a sea illuminated by a moonlit sky. Sunrise came around at about seven-thirty; see the photo above. Bacon, baked beans and crusty thick brown bread and butter were eaten on the move whilst crossing Mort Bank. All progress was made under engine as there was little wind, and handling the cold ropes and sails would have been hard on the hands. Feeling a bit soft and vulnerable vis-a-vis the elements at this time of the year, we maintained the stove and tilly lamp stoked with fuel, which served well on the voyage back, where crew and skipper could take turns in the cabin keeping warming. Monday morning with the alarm ringing. We pulled
We duly arrived at Knott End-on-Sea and picked up a buoy near the golf course at 8:30 am. High tide was predicted at 11.30, thus a two-hour wait imposed by mother nature before going up the river. All went nicely whilst navigating the last of the flood tide. After entering Wardley’screek, the skipper positioned Jamila perfectly by the jetty and was duly complemented by the crew. In fact, it was the mud that should take the glory, for it was the mud that stopped the boat perfectly on station, so that the ropes could be tied easily and at our leisure. As soon as the docking chores were completed, the crew took off rather too quickly, but a little later, the skipper was pleasantly surprised by a deliciously served luncheon of clubhouse-cooked cheese-on-toast. Capital stuff!
In conclusion, we both had a jolly good time sailing to Piel Island and back, stayed warm and dry, met up with some pals, fed well, drank some wine and ale, and had no mishaps along the way. Job done I’d say!
Last sail of 2021. Was welcomed by a Piel Island cottage dweller with a nice cup of tea.
I used to be one of the first sailors up in the morning. Often at the crack of dawn. I would be there exchanging banter with fellow sailors across the anchorage in Piel harbour, often shivering clutching a cup of steaming hot tea, as the sun starts its long climb over
Ingleborough (2372ft)— a truly wonderful sight.
Recently things have changed. Now I’m finding I’m often the last to wake, but when I do wake it is with a feeling of extreme cosiness. Another ten minutes, why not! Often one’s dreams are the most colourful, and most memorable at that time of the morning. Even the thought of a nice brew, or even to behold a beautiful sunny morning, sunrays flooding in through the portholes dancing on the varnished bulkhead. But I am still happy to stay put, and dream of what the day might bring.
What has happened you might ask? Well, the answer is something totally silent and non-power-consuming: it’s my recently fitted
charcoal stove, which runs happily through the night keeping me nice and warm but more importantly dry.
Here is a pictorial view of how this happened:
Proud owner of a new BENGCO. Thanks Darren G. for you invaluable help in sourcing it.
This is where the charcoal goes. Not really much room. The original seal has broken. However, aluminium foil serves well as a substitute.
How to light: Remove all ash from previous (important). Fill with charcoal. Take off bottom unit. Physically remove the wick. Soak it in mentholated spirit (keep mine in a marmite pot is useful). Slot back in. Open vent. Light. Refit bottom unit. Wait till see orange glow. Close vent nearly shut.
Wardleys Sailor professional design work. Must fit as low as possible. to suck the cold and damp. And a long pipe is all the better for warming the boat.
It is still at the back of an envelope stage. The flash ‘H’ cap is still to be born.
Wardleys sailor Billy Whiz lends a helping hand.
Where to put it? Blend in with window. Can increase window length to cover if finally removed.
Ordered stainless steel from internet. Toying with new material in garage.
The stove didn’t come with a pipe or a through deck flange. Have to fabricate it myself. Here I’m offering up the parts. Must get the angle right!
Flange welded up. Deciding how long the pipe should protrude. What is aesthetically pleasing?
What is the right length. Here I decide to weld the pipe after installation on the boat. Must not scortch the deck!
The day arrived to fit into boat. Cutting and chopping into the original fixtures and fitting. It hurts!!
Finally fitted, but not yet welded fully.
View outside. Not yet welded fully.
View from inside. Now the pipe is welded,to the flange trimmed off, and bolted into the deck.
Ash! The down side is more cleaning in the boat to do. Plan to put a metal hearth in place. Rain down the pipe may cause the ash into a paste if not removed immediately, which is what can be seen in the photo. Had to poke about with the ash pan removed. Normally the ash is all in the pan.
Keeping a brew warm. Works a treat! Also, airing and drying out some damp shoes and coat.
Hard to visually see working. But believe me there is some heat coming out of it!
View from jetty. Eight bolts. Plenty of sealant. Flange works well, little heat gets to the fibreglass, even when at full heat.