Tuesday 31 July 2018

Eastwards

Albatross, Dear Reader(s), is essentially a right-handed-boat.

When we go to sea from Blighty we normally turn right and therefore head West.

Time to see if she will go East.

During The Great British Heatwave of 2018 the wind generally came from the North East. This wasn't ideal for our expedition but we would cope.  We had an engine.

16 July 2018
Taxi from our secret hideout to Kingswear. Yacht taxi to our Albatross. A pleasant night on the mooring.

17 July
We re-fuelled and set sail for Brixham.  As it was a flat calm hot day we motored.
Dinner aboard  entertaining D and S.

18 July
To Braye.   We had a pleasant quiet night in Braye Harbour and the boat didn't even rock as much as is normal for Braye.  We enjoyed watching other yotties fight over the last available moorings and felt smug that we had arrived earlier than them.

19 July
To Cherbourg.

20 July
To Grandcamp Maisie
An odd name for a french village. Something to do with The Normandy Landings, I believe.
We had a nice walk around the village, along the beach and looked at the church.  It was pleasantly warm. (The village, that is)


Albatross berthed in Grandcamp Maisie


22 July
Eastwards to Le Havre.
The entrance to the Marina was shallow.  The depth read 0.00 metres under the keel in the marina entrance. We survived..
I read something that said that Le Havre is the third biggest port in Europe.  I doubt it, but there were some huge ships passing the marina  and a massive ship parking area in the bay.
We swam on the beach.  It was hot.  (The beach, that is)


Big ships in Le Havre


Old and new ships outside Le Havre


23 July
Eastwards to Fecamp.
A nice marina but with a rather glum girl at the desk with a sign glued down on front of her telling customers to be courteous, or else. The showers were a little smelly. But it was hot. (The day, that is).
We had a nice swim on the beach, before the fog came in.

24 July
We motored to Dieppe.
Dieppe used to have the reputation of being a rather industrial (perhaps even smelly) extension to Newhaven and simply somewhere where the British could park a ferry whilst recovering from a trip across "La Manche".   Far from it. This might be a better description of Newhaven,
Dieppe is a little gem.  We like Dieppe.

25 July
To Boulogne.
We berthed in "Marina Henry IV", which I thought entirely appropriate.  Boulogne is a fine town with a fine church.  I understand that Spaghetti Bolognais was invented in Boulogne as was the art of bread making (Hence "boulangerie").  Julius Caesar and William of Normandy both used Boulogne as a base from which to invade Blighy (but not at the same time)


Julius Caesar


William


26 July
To Dover.
We crossed the Dover Traffic Separation Zone with aplomb and spoke confidently on the VHF with Dover Port Control, using words like "Roger, Over, Standby, Starboard and So-you-want-me-to-go-through-the-entrance-when-the-lights-are-red?"
We had intended to berth in Granville Dock. (Presumably named after 1st Earl Granville  (12 October 1773 – 8 January 1846), known as Lord Granville Leveson-Gowerfrom 1786 to 1815, as Viscount Granville from 1815 to 1833, and as Earl Granville from 1833 onwards, who was a British Whig statesman and diplomat. 
However because of building works in the harbour (and the price) we eventually berthed in Wellington Marina, which I felt to be rather more appropriate in these troubled times.
We like Dover, the harbour and its beach.  We had a swim. It was hot  (everything was hot). We also had ice creams.

27 July
Back to Essex by train.  It was the hottest day of the year (so far).
We had thunderstorms and revelled in the petrichor.
It was indeed hot  (Putin, that is)

Next time. More about petrichor and "East to Holland".





Monday 30 July 2018

Leaks and why they matter

Sailing is not entirely a bed of roses.

Take leaks for example.

When we bought our Albatross nine happy years ago, she did have the odd leak (water through the deck, and from the engine, and diesel  from the fuel tank, for example).  As time went by, leaks came and went.

Some leaks can be quite exciting.
In April 2012 we had an exciting leak.

Because the main sewage tap from our holding tank was rather stiff and difficult to open and close, I decided to give it a "jolly good waggle". (We were berthed in Stromness in Orkney at the time).  While giving it its waggle, something unintended came loose and well-liquefied poo flooded out of the tap.  Thinking quickly and using the skills and authority that I had acquired over more than 30 years of sailing and marriage, I instructed my wife and deputy skipper to insert her right index finger firmly into the leaking tap, whilst I assessed the situation.

Basically, we had a leak of stored sewage from a brass fitting below sea level.  If the deputy skipper were to remove her finger, the boat would first fill with sewage and then with seawater from Stromness harbour.  Then we would sink.

What should we do?   
     Call a plumber?
     Call the RNLI?
     Moor the boat against the dock wall, wait for the tide to go out, remove the deputy skippers finger and then call a plumber?


A difficult seacock


In the event, I found the bolt that had fallen out of the tap. My beloved extracted her finger, I screwed the bolt back in and we both washed our hands.  We had survived.



But back to leaks.  Engine water leaks. We had one that took 9 years to fix and this is the story.

Soon after buying the boat, I noticed a little puddle of water under and behind the engine.  It only appeared after a voyage and was sometimes probably seawater  but also sometimes green in colour (and therefore possibly engine coolant). The coolant filler cap was rusty.


A slightly corroded filler cap


Diagnosis 1:          Leaking coolant filler cap.     
Treatment:            New filler cap
Result                    Still leaking



The engine's heat exchanger has a drain valve. This was wet.


A drain valve


Diagnosis 2:          Leaking drain valve
Treatment:             Properly tightened
Result                    No better



One happy spring morning, whilst motoring across the Pentland Firth en route for Orkney, I decided to have a quick look at my engine. To my horror water was pouring out of the exhaust mixing elbow, which was cracked. We survived the journey and a nice young man in a shed in Stromness not only welded it up beautifully while we waited but also refused any payment for his work.  Obviously, I thought, this had been the cause of the leak from the start; it had just been too slight at first to spot.


A (perfect) exhaust elbow

Diagnosis 3:          Cracked exhaust mixing elbow
Treatment:             Repaired
Result:                   No better

Unfortunately, despite finding and fixing a real leak, the engine was still wet.



The stern gland (that is supposed to stop water coming up around the prop shaft and into the boat) was always a bit wet after motoring, and a puddle of water collected under it.


A stern gland


Diagnosis 4:           Leaking stern gland
Treatment:              New rubber gland fitted
Result:                    No better



The engine always seemed to wobble a lot when it stopped and started and I concluded that  that was when and why the stern gland was leaking. So after a lot more research and a trip to The Boat Show, I purchased and installed a very nice "PSS Shaft Seal".  The salesman assured me that this wouldn't leak even when the engine was wobbling.

Diagnosis 5:           Leaking stern gland
Treatment:             Different type of stern gland fitted
Result:                   You guessed it.


A very nice new stern gland (with breather tube)

Anyway, we now had the best of stern glands, which even had a specially long and meticulously fitted breather tube to make sure it vented properly.


Quite often the puddle under the engine was green (like the coolant).  When it came to a changing the coolant that winter, I refilled with the recommended brand which is pink.  Sure enough, the puddle under the engine was now pink.  The leaking water was definitely coolant and now I could see that it was coming out from under the filler cap.  Obviously the cheap replacement filler cap that I'd bought off ebay was leaking.    I bought a pucker one from Yanmar.

Diagnosis 6:          Defective filler cap
Treatment:             Expensive new one
Result:                   Need I really tell you.


A brand new filler cap


With a bright light, when the engine was nice and hot, I eventually found tiny leak from the joint between the filler neck and the cooler tank. "Hurray", I'd found it.    On ebay, I found a packet of "AbroSteel".  This magic putty, would stick to almost anything, set like steel and block the leak.  It did work for about 3 hours, but halfway between Dartmouth and Alderney there was once more a pink puddle under the engine.



A botched up filler neck



Diagnosis 7:          Filler neck leak
Treatment:             Special  putty pending proper fix that winter
Result:                   Guess.


Although this explained the "pink" water leak, seawater was also getting in somewhere.  I scoured the internet again.  The cooling system has an "anti-syphon loop". This  is supposed to stop  seawater from syphoning into the exhaust.  Its mechanism involves a tiny spring-operated valve that lets air in to interrupt any water column that might turn into a syphon.    The spring is prone to blockage with salt. The valve would then drip water.   I cleaned the salt-caked spring and reassembled everything but added a special long drainage tube, so that if the spring failed again and water would go into the sea.

Diagnosis 8:            Anti-syphon valve blocked and leaking
Treatment:              Cleaned and modified
Result:                    Engine still wet after running


Anti-syphon loop


Eight seasons had passed. My engine had been mysteriously wet for much of this time. So now it was also very rusty.  Dripping seawater had ruined the engine mounts, the alternator was corroding, some of the wiring was beginning to fail.  I consulted a Proper Engineer.   We needed to have the engine taken out of the boat just to replace the its mounts. The heat exchanger needed to be repaired or replaced, the gearbox had cause trouble,  the whole engine needed cleaning and painting. And of course, something was leaking.



Rusty



How did we feel about a new engine? 
We did the sums and our very nice engineer installed a brand new shiny clean dry engine.


Diagnosis 9:             Engine condition terminal
Treatment:               A new engine and gearbox.

The new season was with us.  The boat was launched. The engine started instantly We left the quayside and  headed for our mooring.  We secured the boat and stopped the engine.

THERE WAS A PUDDLE OF WATER UNDER OUR NEW ENGINE.

Well obviously there must be a minor leak from one of the old cooling pipes that had been re-used with the new engine. We'd find out exactly which pipe it was on our cruise to Brittany.

Usually when we stopped in a berth each evening there was a small puddle of fresh seawater under the engine.  But not always.  I decided that it had to be coming from one of the re-inforced polythene seawater  cooling pipes and spent much of each day examining them.

It is very important when doing this not to insert your finger in the engine's electric cooling fan when the engine is running.  I did.

The first thing I noticed was that the cooling fan was making a funny noise, then that there was blood under then engine and finally that my left little finger wasn't entirely  happy.  I mended my finger with sticking plaster. The fan was missing one of its six blades and making a din because it was now unbalanced. I broke off the blade opposite the missing one and it now runs happily again.


Modified fan


Back to the leak.  The pipework under the raw water strainer was wet. This was obviously where the leak was coming from. One of the pipes was quite worn and had probably been leaking. I unbolted and re-positioned the water strainer so that I could shorten and tidy up the pipework.   And next day there wasn't a puddle under the engine!


Raw water strainer


But a day later the puddle returned.

"OK, I will replace all the polythene pipes."  I muttered defiantly.

I went into a chandlery across the river in Benodet and bought some new tubing and several shiny new hose clamps.     On returning to the boat, I found that the pipe I'd bought was the wrong size.  Returning by ferry to the chandlery, I found that it had just shut for the weekend. 

I spent the evening in a downward cycle, checking pipes, worrying and drinking wine.

Next day, I realised that it was time that my nice new shiny (but wet engine) had its first oil change.

 I dried everything up with surgical precision.  Prepared my tools and a couple of nappies to catch any oils drips and then I ran the engine (in gear) in reverse for ten minutes (with the boat firmly warped on to the pontoon). I wanted the engine and its oil warm for the oil change.

I stopped the engine and opened the engine hatch.  The engine was awash with at least 10 litres of fresh seawater underneath it.  Water had been pouring from the stern gland breather tube when the engine was in reverse. 

The reverse spinning propeller had been forcing a jet of water under the boat, up the stern tube, out through its breather pipe and all over the engine.

I've fixed this now with a £5 non-return valve from Screwfix and a roll of sticky tape.

Alors?!



Sunday 1 July 2018

Bloggers return

Reader(s) will probably not recall that having arrived in Benodet in early June, the blog has gone quiet. So quiet that one reader (at least) has become anxious as to why?  

What, in the meantime has happened?

Well, briefly ...

We had 3 nights in Benodet.
Saw and baby sat for L & J.
We had a walk up the river.

7 June 2018
Arrived in Concarneau. 
We had a very nice walk around this very pleasant fortified 15th Century Shopping Precinct.

8 June
To Port Tudy on the Isle de Groix. Arrived 1415 hrs (on a Friday, out of season). It was totally full up. Never mind, to Port Louis.
Port Louis is a lovely quiet marina apart from the visiting classic boat rally which was taking up all the visitors' berths.  Very nice boatman took us to  Berth E39, (only £16 per night).
Luckily it was Neaps.

Angela and Martin* arrived which was nice.

11 June
To Haliguen
Back in Blighty there was a heatwave.  We motored all the way to Haliguen. Dull, cool and misty.
Haliguen should IMO be avoided by sane (and insane) yachtsmen (and women), at least until 2050.
The visitors' berthing area has been taken over by boats that have been removed from the part of  the marina that is now occupied by a very big, splendid and powerful pile driver.  Albatross does not have piles so she didn't need this noisy machine.


Pile driver

 Anyway, the helpful boatman sent us to a convenient berth (just near the pile driver)  "Will it be deep enough?" I asked in fluent English.  "I expect so" he replied with a shrug.
We berthed. I measured the depth.  We would be properly aground next morning.

12 June
Waking to sound of piles being driven, we left early whilst we were still afloat.

To Vannes
Vannes is an ancient and very interesting historic city at the top of the Morbihan.

The Morbihan is an ancient and very interesting inland sea in Southern Brittany.

Morbihan disease is an interesting dermatolgical condition characterised by erythaema and solid, non-pitting oedema of the face and is entirely irrelevant to this story (although I think I saw a case of it in Sainsbury's today whilst queuing for the strawberries).

Anyway, to Vannes.

Going to Vannes involves getting the tides and currents right when entering the Morbihan and then getting the tides and depth right  when going up the narrow dredged channel and through the lock to Vannes itself.

We ran aground in the narrow dredged channel, so having extracted ourselves we went back to the Morbihan to wait for the tide. Unfortunately we then ran aground again the Morbihan.


Where we went aground


Getting unstuck after running aground involves a deep knowledge of seamanship, marine physics and engineering, tidal heights and of course, human psychology.  The last of these skills is obviously by far the most important.

So, after a great deal of planning and discussion went as follows  ...
Martin*   "Why dont we ....."
Skipper    "That won't work ...."
Martin *  "Or .."
Skipper    "That won't work ..." and so on,
we eventually  pumped up the dinghy, filled it with anchor chain and a  Fortress Aluminium Folding Anchor (once described by a friend of mine as "entirely useless") and myself and set off towards deep water.  Having arrived in deep water, I chucked the anchor (having first attached it to the chain) into the deep water and then made my way back to the boat.  We then pulled on the anchor chain and lo-and-behold after about 5 minutes pulling we had the anchor back in the Albatross and Albatross still firmly on  and in the mud.  (Thus proving my friend to have been right).  By this time the tide had come in a bit.  Martin* then suggested "What if we try the engine again?"  To which I replied "That won't work"  but it did work and we eventually extracted ourselves from the mud and motored happily into Vannes
.

Vannes

We like Vannes, the ancient city and cathedral, the marina and river, the french nation and the EU generally.


Jean in Vannes

14 June 2018
To an anchorage off the Isle of Howat.  This is a "no-anchoring" anchorage that we have visited before.  We had a hot afternoon and restful if slightly wobbly night (at anchor). There were only about 50 other boats anchored there.

15 June
To  Lorient for  fuel.
Lorient Marina is huge but quite good.

16 June
To Benodet but St Marine Marina this time.
Martin* and Angela left for Roscoff.
Albatross was still leaking so I bought some very nice plastic cooling hose which unfortunately was not only (it later turned out) entirely irrelevant to the problem but also the wrong size.

17 June
To St Evette.   The weather in Blighty was now, we understand,  a proper heatwave  but this did not extend as far as West Brittany and certainly not Penmarch.  So after nearly 8 hours at sea we arrived in St Evette and after 3 unsuccessful attempts to pick up a mooring we dropped anchor and went to sleep.

18 June
To L'Aberwrac'h
We like L'Abers, The Channel de Fors and The Raz de Seine.

It was in L'Abers that we discovered the cause of the leak. I was (and am) so excited about this that I have decide to write a special post all about leaks so that my Reader(s) will not miss out on my excitement.

19 June
To Roscoff (without a leak).
We had a nice trip to Roscoff. Especially memorable was the fog in the Chanel de Isle to Batz and the boats coming the other way.   We arrived safely and happily and waited for the perfect weather window for Dartmouth.

23 June
The perfect window arrived and we motored in a flat calm all the way.


Dawn

24 June 
We lived happily ever after (until the next exciting trip .. coming soon)

*Martin     Martin* should not be confused with Martin who is a different person (also called Martin).