The Nightshift
About 40 miles south of Huelva it was a good photo before compression…
Adventures on our Trintella 57a…
About 40 miles south of Huelva it was a good photo before compression…
On a small detour to pick up the post so it’s a 180 mile trip to Portimao from La Linea which takes us no further toward the Canaries. A quick trip through the Straits of Gibraltar with 27 knots off Tarifa and a SOG of 11 knots. Since then things have slowed and we returned are to motoring about 20 minutes after nightfall.
We noticed that our wind speed transducer wire had been chafed at the masthead and made attempts to reduce the loads on the tri-colour and wind cables without much success. The entry point into the mast was not designed for cables and fitting a retrofit grommet is a problem. Looks simple but the load on the wires and the working position change that.
Ah well Friday night Kids can look after themselves That’s my posing for tourists over for this week. Time for a beer… Too late gibbon!
Snap! So our ARC neighbour to our stern also blew out his brine hose on the watermaker which filled his bilges but with the downside that this flooded and wiped out a number of printed circuit boards mounted low down such as bow thruster controllers.
23 years post production we have just finished tapping the stanchion bases to secure the stantions and lifelines which hitherto have simply lifted off the port side. Drilling into 18mm stainless steel rod bases and tapping threads ran to about 1.5 to 2 hours each by 8 stanchions mainly due: the problem of getting enough pressure on the drill bit for it to cut the need to frequently run oil onto the drill bit careful thread tapping (one tap got a little tight and snapped off in the base so it had to be shattered bit by bit using a
No not sour cabbage and vodka with stories of the good old shipyard days but polishing the topsides with Autosol to make that steel gleam. Note the Levanter which is cloud forming at the top of the Rock being blown by the east wind which puts the town in to dark gloomy shadow.
On Saturday we visited the bus pull in Gibraltar and it was difficult when ‘up close’ to these guys to see how robust they are. Pulling a bus looks very normal and standing alongside, because they are fit and well proportioned, the competitors look normal. But getting back home and looking at the pictures revealed the massive size of a world strongman. Pictured alongside UK’s strongman Terry Hollands his forearm is thicker than my leg! What we found amazing about the competitors is the time they spent with their fans, the public and with children posing for numerous photos and
Now we are three as we say a sad good bye to our eldest daughter who returns to the UK. It was planned that she would leave from the Canaries but the draw of the big city lights and our delay has tipped the balance in preference of going in search of independence. It all happens very quickly when you can walk 400 yards from home to the departure gate.