
Originally Posted by
Phil Y
Well we are all back on dry land. Ended up being me, Bruce and my youngest son Henry. I got to Balia to find sail covers off, hatches open and most sea cocks open, all ready to go to sea. Young Bruce had clearly arrived before me. Excellent fella that one. We spent a bit of time fiddling around with a new dock catching system before leaving the berth. It's a long way down from Balias deck to a marina pontoon. I had been greatly impressed by John Bs system which involved a spring line threaded through a length of PVC pipe, with which he could lassoo a special long hook thing he'd set up on his berth. I don't have the hook, but figured with something similar we could lassoo the cleat on the berth. Then there's also a stern line, attached to the loop on the end of the spring line, so you can manually haul the stern in if necessary. So we set all that up, had a couple of dummy runs just pulling forward gently on the berth, and it seemed to work well.
This was excellent, as getting 20 tonnes of boat safely into her berth is quite a stressful thing for me. I think with practice and the right systems it will be fine, and this system seems like a good step in the right direction.
So we then backed out of the berth, and headed up into the marina basin to check out Balias sister ship. That was all good, including a tight 3 point turn to get our nose pointing out again. Before heading out to sea we did a real live test on the berth catcher, which went without a hitch. Very smooth.
So, out we went, into a glassy calm sea. Bruce dropped a paravane out the back. Some dolphins came to play so he hauled that back in. Bruce got the coffee on. I very briefly unfurled the jib just because it would be wrong not to try to sail. There was no wind at all, not a breath. I turned the motor off for a while, and we just sat. And ate my bacon and egg pies. And tried out a new compass on the autopilot. Apparently the compass is not the problem. Then we headed back in. I approached the berth feeling reasonably confident, but probably went a bit slowly, and turned a bit late, and a bit of an incoming tide pushed us a bit past the berth. So instead of looping around I tried to come in with a bit of an S approach, with not much steerage way, and the current just making things worse. So we hit the corner of the berth a bit solidly, and then backed out, went around, came in at a proper angle. Bruce snagged the cleat beautifully with the new Berth Catcher and we pulled alongside with grace and elegance.
I hopped down onto the berth to inspect the damage to poor Balias top sides. It is significant. More a gouge than a scratch. Not to worry, easy fixed. I have to attend to a few cracks that are appearing in the top sides anyway. I went to have a look at the corner of the pontoon to see what did the damage. Grabbed a handy hand rail thing so I could lean out and get a good look. Except it wasnt a hand rail, it was a ladder which folds down into the water. Which is what it did when I grabbed it and leaned out over the water. So I got kind of horizontal over the water, hanging onto a folding ladder which offered no support, and managed to grab the stern line, which gave me some support. But I could see that failing to keep me out of the water as the boat pulled in closer to the berth due to my weight on the stern line. Luckily Bruce was there and he grabbed at one of my legs which was up in the air by now. And it was one of those moments where things were briefly stabilised, but it wasn't going to last long, and neither of us knew quite what to do next. I worked out the ladder wasn't doing me any good, so released it, and offered that hand to Bruce. He managed to grab my hand without letting go of my foot, and haul me away from the clutches of the icy depths.
All in all quite a good day out.