Next morning I was up at 5:00am hoping to sail to Yarmouth. I had to catch the tide through Hurst Narrows before 11:00. All went well, but out in Poole Harbour I found the cockpit floor kept flooding, which it has never done before. Then I realised that on a port tack, which I was on all the time, this water was pouring into the cockpit locker through the fuel pipe hole. The locker was awash and the fuel tank floating upside down. The engine was on at the time and was running fine, which was surprising. I hove to and bailed out the locker. Couldn't think what was wrong, and the wind had built up to F6, which was nasty and cold, and it had moved into the east. I would have to motor all the way and thought I would probably miss the tidal gate anyway. So I turned for home.
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Then a thought struck me. Was the self drainer in the port sump by the outboard well open? No, it wasn't. I pushed it open, and within a few minutes the water was gone and flooding stopped. I hadn't realised how important they were. But the fuel pipe inlet is too vulnerable. I will have to think of a way of improving it at some stage.
Back in Poole I went back on my mooring and cycled into Poole for lunch and a drink in the RNLI bar. Then I sailed over to Bramblebush Bay, anchored and went for a walk looking for the Little Sea, which is a beautiful lake on Studland peninsula. Beautiful sun, and out of the wind, so it was summery at last. Back at the boat the wind was still cold and strong so I sailed back to Brownsea for another sheltered night.
View from the RNLI. Makes it even more worth being a member |
Daisy Grace at anchor off Brownsea Island |
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That breeze is cold... ended up sitting on the cockpit floor the other day, just to get out of it... for the first time I found myself wondering about fitting some spray dodgers! :o)
ReplyDeleteI just despair of the weather. When I was out on Saturday it was gloriously sunny, and I was wearing a roll necked jumper and a heavy jacket. Summer just doesn't seem to want to come. There are a huge number of empty moorings all around the harbour, which is depressing. I think people have just given up on English summers and gone to the Med.
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