After motoring to the beautiful Clareville Beach, I found the waters calm and silky dark. Slow skidding cumulus that reeked of showers, hung without menace. The lovely Barry Marshall (previous owner) arrived with a bag of ship's papers which provided a potted history, receipts, manuals and registrations. Generously, he also passed on a porta potti, boat hook, auto bilge pump, two headsails and a spinnaker. The headsails felt heavy and crisp, were labelled North Sails and are possibly unused. I also became the caretaker of the yellow surf ski. I'd seen Barry, who paddled across Bass Strait calmly paddle this as a tender and as he told me the lock code, extolled it's virtues and how easy it was "to stand on to get onboard ". Of course I couldn't wait to try out the new tender in order to check on on Jack Sprat so off we went with se new chain plate fittings and little else. As we arrived at the gunnel Barry's words came to mind as I shuffled and jerked, g...
Today I have shamelessly reposted a blog page from the blog of Tiki 21 Badu. I've read it before, twice and yet again today; it's wisdom touches me. I recently watched a utube video by a ditzy bird who considered she knew enough about the Tiki 21 to refer to it as a "coffin". Her expertise? She crews on a Tiki 26 on sunny days during the" sailing season". I recall her previous rivetting video was about "nudity". Mind boggling buckshot. But this sailor gets it right; it's not the boat. Enjoy. In response to Seans question about the Tikis suitability for voyaging: I don't mean to sidestep the question but... I am no longer of the opinion that boats are inherently suited to any particular use. It is more a matter of whether you are suited to the task of voyaging aboard the particular boat in mind. If you are Moitessier it is realistic to make a long voyage in a boat made of wood, burlap, newspaper and pitch (1st chapter of The Logical R...
Thursday brought seemingly bad news. Council wanted to rescind the contract on the cottage due to a complaint against "fibrous asbestos". There was no doubt, the neighbour that missed out at auction was set to spoil. My enraged Conveyancing man hatched a plan to offer a reduced price to salvage the deal, with me paying for remedial work to be carried out. Late Friday evening I received word that Council intend to proceed on these grounds. I will argue, after the lowest sale price is set, that the property contains only a modest quantity of "non-fibrous asbestos" as do thousands of houses across the state. I get a reduction in the sale price and have to renovate the property. Bingo!