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Syann van Niftrik and I have an exhibition at The New Ashgate Gallery in Farnham. We deliver next week. The picture is of work in progress. Come and see the exhibition during the month of February.
We signed up for a group holiday. We like to think of ourselves as individuals, not following the herd, doing different things, but there is a time for everything. We were going on a Raid in the Solent with forty open sailing boats. We persuaded John and Frances to come along. I need John’s expertise in sailing and they are good company.
Getting 40 boats into the water in one tide at Keyhaven is not easy, but the people are nice. We tie up at the Key three and four deep and go for our pub supper trying to attach names to the faces (no they are not all called John). The next morning we are sailing across to the Isle of Wight and up the Medina. We spread out once we have left Hurst Castle. Why are they going faster than us? We skip the packed lunch at Newtown and press on for Cowes, fearing the tide stream being against us if we wait too long. Cowes in the week before ‘Cowes Week’ is a maelstrom of yachting affluence. We go ashore for a bit of lunch and the town itself is rather poor. The wind carries us upstream to the Folly Inn where we are to camp for the night. We Tie up 6 deep on the pontoons and eat the remainder of the packed lunches we neglected to have midday. Our tents arrive and we pitch them in the car park under the trees. Supper is good and fun. We are starting to communicate more. The ground is hard.
the support vessel and get a tow down the glassy windless Medina. Haul up all our Canvas (Dacron actually) and pray for wind. Slowly we all creep out from the island, drifting more with the tide than sailing. The wind picks up ever so slowly and eventually we approach Calshot Castle and are sailing rather briskly up the Solent to Ashlett creek for lunch. There are too many boats for the small creek and we eat our lunch at a mooring before setting off for Beaulieu River with the wind against us. We got stuck in the mud up Beaulieu River because of tacking wide in the channel and discovering how shallow it really was. What a waste of time when we are trying to prove to our compatriates how efficient we really are. We pick up our tents and tie up at the pontoon. We reluctantly pay the ferry that brings us back to the yacht club. John gets a refund later! We pitch tents in the drizzle and get a sit down meal for all 100 of us. The next morning we leave several of our tents in John and Frances’ tent for them to collect in the evening.
We tack against the wind to Lymington, making fast at the yacht club, where we are given a notable meal and Live music. We opted to sail up the Yar the next day. Tacking up to Hurst castle and across to the island. The masts came down for the swing bridge that was not swinging then. We sailed slowly and peacefully up the idyllic river and stopped at the bridge near Freshwater where we ate. Down to Yarmouth again and the warning was that the wind was up to force 5. So, Mizzen out and a reef in the mainand all our foul weather gear on. Safely back with George behind us in the Rib. haul the boats out and enjoy convivial barbecue!
Sunday 6th. September.
Around the middle of August, I got the sails rigged on the yacht and fixed a date for the Launch. High tide on the full moon when there is still a chance of summer weather and Syann would be back from her mother. I then realised how much work would be involved in getting the trailer roadworthy and fitting the boat. Sent out the invites and knuckled down to the detriment of my work. (again)
On the day, I went to fetch Josh while Syann prepared Pizza for 30, John and Frances brought us Champagne from France and we set off for Eling with the boat. Got there slightly late. Lots of friends. It all worked with John skippering. The papperazzi were there and here are some of the photos. Great picnic. Knackered afterwards, there must have been a lot of stress involved in delivering the goods.
My daughter Zan has set me up with this blog site.
I live a simple life. I hit blunt things on sharp things to try and make wood prettier. When I am successful I sell them, unsuccessful they keep us warm. Computers are one of the necessary evils of the 21st century, so here goes. I will probably gain direction and style.
Workwise. I am exhibiting at Manchester Craft and Design Centre 15th August to 31st October. Kelda may put one of my pieces into the Wesley Barrel shop window. Thank You Kelda. Thank you Wesley Barrel. Around the middle of September the Craft Study Centre will come and choose one of my pieces for their next exhibition. The best of what is on offer for Origin at Somerset House in October, the post summer selling exhibition. Harry and Harry brought me some fresh walnut. It is not what they said it was, but the wood is pretty and has potential. I will have to use it before Origin.
We have a Grandson. Zan is balancing freelance work with raising Isaac. Syann has rushed to Johannesburg to be with her Mother when she died. Cath Fauell was 90 and will not easily be forgotton.
I anticipated no work after Christmas and decided to build a boat. Passions and hobbies do not obey rules and I am nearly finished and will have a launching in early September of my Ness Yawl.