Antipodean Boats Connection

[WX]

That is pretty bad! We could have had fun with that!

Rick

Hence not wanting it known.

[brucemoffatt]

I think it's an awesome name.

Names like Babbington are like hats. You might get away with wearing one like that if you wear it well and don't give a damn about the looks you'll get. But there will always be someone who points and sniggers, so yeah, I can also understand Peter not wanting it known.


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[RFNK]

Pointing and sniggering can be quite fun. My middle name became my nickname in primary school. Even the teacher used it.

Rick

[WX]

All I can say at present is it's very Downton Abbey, at least I think it is having never watched it...maybe Upstairs Downstairs.

[WX]

My nickname which in fact was the generic male family nickname was Picky.

[Phil Y]

I don't have a middle name. I'm sure Peter would have by embarrassed about it, he was pretty comfortable with himself. I suppose he thought it pretentious.

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[RFNK]

I thought your middle name was Ng.

Rick

[Phil Y]

No that's my brother in law.

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[epoxyboy]

Excellent, Gary!



When all else is done or departed, there’s always the husk of the day...

I presume you’ve noticed or been strongly warned about the animals that infest our roadsides, Pete? Dawn and dusk are particularly problematical. I mention it because there’s nothing like that problem here. It’s quite remarkable how the roadkill is 90% possums, and no large animals at all!

It’s also striking how few insects you have. I thought I saw one fly, in a week and a half. We’ve been on the road the whole time and the windscreen has two bug spatters on it. Inconceivable. Driving last night to Methven I counted four moths in the headlights. Avoided them all, I believe. It would explain why the bird life is so sparse as well. Few species, and not prolific. Very unlike Australia in so many respects.

Cheers,
John.

We had dire warnings from the rental outfit about dawn/dusk critters, and my brother's Suby Legacy came off second best after a roo encounter a few years ago, so hopefully were on top of that. We are well and truly parked up, glass of wine in hand, by 4pm, so should be all good.
I think the lack of bug splatter is a time of year thing - we get moths rattling like hail on the windscreen at night, over summer. It has been the same over here - Sydney to Ulladulla, and I haven't felt the need to clean the windscreen yet.
Re the lack of birds, again, depends a bit on where and when. Introduced predators like rats, stoats, and possums (pest, not protected!), are really bad for ground nesting and/or flightless birds. Head up around the Abel Tasman region, and you'll just about be tripping over Weka at every step. Parrots like the Kea are suffering from habitat squeeze with climate change - the winter snow line hasn't changed much, but the pests are able to move higher over summer - Kea are stuck in a narrow band between the two, and numbers are falling.
Sitting outside this arvo, had a lorikeet help itself to coffee and fruit salad. Then the cheeky b'stard came back with one of his mates a few minutes later.
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A doer upper for Jeff, at the Jervis Bay maritime museum
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And doing it hard at Ulladulla at lunchtime today, watching not much happen in the harbor. Went for a walk up the North head after lunch, and saw a couple whales cruise south.
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Pete

[Phil Y]

We've stopped for the weekend with friends in one of those Michelin star chateau places featured in books about restored chateaux and all that. Fancy.

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[skuthorp]

Regarding Babbington…...

by Banjo Paterson (1864-1941)
Australian writer

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross’d ‘cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.
And his wife used to cry, `If the darlin’ should die
Saint Peter would not recognise him.’
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
Who agreed straightaway to baptise him.

Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin’,
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,
`What the divil and all is this christenin’?’
He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.
So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened –
`’Tis outrageous,’ says he, `to brand youngsters like me,
I’ll be dashed if I’ll stop to be christened!’

Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
Never heeding the `praste’ cried aloud in his haste,
`Come out and be christened, you divil!’
But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
`I’ve a notion,’ says he, `that’ll move him.’
`Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
Poke him aisy – don’t hurt him or maim him,
‘Tis not long that he’ll stand, I’ve the water at hand,
As he rushes out this end I’ll name him.

`Here he comes, and for shame! ye’ve forgotten the name –
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?’
Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout –
`Take your chance, anyhow, wid `Maginnis’!’
As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled `MAGINNIS’S WHISKY’!
And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke,
How he came to be christened `Maginnis’!

[Phil Y]

So the young Indian asked his dad one day, How does the tribe come up with the names for new babies? And his dad says, well we look around the moment the baby is born, and take inspiration from whatever we see. Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fcuking?

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[RFNK]

The Babbington family motto is 'foy est tout' which, of course, is Latin for 'optimists only beyond this point'. This name was given to young Peter after he uttered his first words - ga goog ga ga, which, of course means 'no, not that Mum, bring me wood!'

Rick

[WX]

Hi Gary,The Babington comes from Peters ancestors on his great great grandmothers side.back in
England. . She apparently came from a wealthy family and eloped with the footman. migrated to
New Zealand , disowned by her parents , had a heap of kids. The footman husband died in an
accident. She was so griefstricken that she died as well. All the kids were put in an orphanage.
One of them was Peters grandmother on his mothers side. Thats why Peter spent the first 12 years
of his life in New Zealand. Peter always said his mother was Mrs Bucket from the BBC comedy series
and she always wanted him to have a brass plate with Peter Babington Sibley on it.Peter must have been
a bit of disappointment as he wanted to be a farmer. Everything worked out in the end and Peters mother
before she died said to him that he had been a very good son. Peter never wanted to let people know
his middle name.
So there you have the story

[WX]

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-09-...sland/11513356

Two found dead in twin pulled boat. Boat impacted something at speed.

[Small boats rock]

Hi Gary,The Babington comes from Peters ancestors on his great great grandmothers side.back in
England. . She apparently came from a wealthy family and eloped with the footman. migrated to
New Zealand , disowned by her parents , had a heap of kids. The footman husband died in an
accident. She was so griefstricken that she died as well. All the kids were put in an orphanage.
One of them was Peters grandmother on his mothers side. Thats why Peter spent the first 12 years
of his life in New Zealand. Peter always said his mother was Mrs Bucket from the BBC comedy series
and she always wanted him to have a brass plate with Peter Babington Sibley on it.Peter must have been
a bit of disappointment as he wanted to be a farmer. Everything worked out in the end and Peters mother
before she died said to him that he had been a very good son. Peter never wanted to let people know
his middle name.
So there you have the story

He needn't have worried about that name. His mates would have abbreviated it soon enough to Babs, or Babbo, though I suppose they might have possibly said something about Babbo babbling on after a few at the local.

[WX]

Carol is really missing him.

[RFNK]

Yes, it's going to be very tough for quite a while for Carol. Good that you, Duncan and other friends can call in from time to time. I hope the daughter and SIL are able to proceed with their plan to move onto the property.

Rick

[WX]

Carol is using Peter's email so I'm getting emails from Peter, which is a little weird. Next visit I will change the user name for her.

[Hallam]

Update on Warana, inside stripped out and paint stripped where needed. Gave the inside a few good scrubs with coarse scourers and sugar soap but still needs more of a clean in the bilges, which i will do tomorrow.

Before the scrub down:



I've been saving a 10 litre tin of red lead for years just for when i'd need it, so got it from under the house and gave it a good stir and painted the sides today. Also pulling out the chainplates for inspection before the new gaff rig is put in. Some nuts are frozen on so have had to cut them off and will have to make my own bolts from copper rod for a few. Just steady as she goes. I won't finish the final fit out before she goes back in the water around the end of October so will just put the new spotted gum flooring and port and starboard bunks. and the old cupboards back in. Next year's haul out will finish the fit out and fit the new Perkins 4108 i have in the shed.

[Phil Y]

I don't expect to have anything done before the end of October, so I reckon you are doing great.

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[Phil Y]

We drove from Provence to Cinque Terre today. Long drive. Blew right through the Cote Dazure (whatev) without stopping to drool at a single superyacht.

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[WX]

Nice space to play with Hallam.

[WX]

Just finished reading Maurice Griffiths Swatchways and Little Ships . Very enjoyable read with some gems of advice thrown in.

[RFNK]

Quite a spring clean you're doing there Hallam! Great!

Rick

[WX]

Just finished reading Maurice Griffiths Swatchways and Little Ships . Very enjoyable read with some gems of advice thrown in.

About to start Iain Oughtred, A Life In Wooden Boats by Nic Compton. Lots of colour eye candy to look at.

[Phil Y]

Seems like this is how sailing is done in the Med. No wind.

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[brucemoffatt]

Tiny bit of mainsail. Maybe there was too much wind to put up any more than that.


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[Phil Y]

I think they just didn't bother winding it in.

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[WX]

About to start Iain Oughtred, A Life In Wooden Boats by Nic Compton. Lots of colour eye candy to look at.

Easy book to read, it was after midnight when I put it down. He certainly has an eye to form.

[RFNK]

Those in-mast furlers seem a great idea as long as they work well. A jam would be catastrophic in rough conditions. I wonder if they can jam?

Rick

[RFNK]

I looked it up. It's too common so ..... no, thanks!

Rick

[Phil Y]

They do jam, and generally no battens, no roach. Blech.

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[WX]

The more I read Peter's books the more I am coming to realize the conversations we could have had...but won't now.

[Chris.]

And while drones are in the news: Gone fly fishing: Video of angler dangling from drone under investigation