We left our mooring in a stiff south-westerly early on Saturday afternoon and headed to Capernaum for a few last-minute tweaks ahead of our 2016 shakedown sail on Sunday. While checking the rigging, I spotted that a halyard on our mizzen was on the wrong side of the stay that runs between our Macwester Malin’s two masts, and came up with a fantastically cunning plan to rectify the problem. I’d simply hoist a small hammer up the mizzen, rock the boat, and lower the hammer back down on the right side. All done and dusted in two minutes.
Or so I thought. Unfortunately the hammer wasn’t quite heavy enough to pull the halyard back down, and two minutes later I had a hammer dangling near the top of the mizzen. Despite trying to lasso the hammer from the deck below, eventually I had to accept that I couldn’t avoid climbing the mast and retrieving the hammer with a boathook.
Not such a cunning plan after all.
The following day we had drinks followed by an enjoyable lunch onboard for the friends and family that were coming along for the short trip under the bridges and back home. There were six of us on-board in total.
Our chums in Calloo, a Moody 31 [above] and Fyne Thyme, a Westerly Konsort Duo also made the trip.
The weather was changeable; it was wet and breezy when we left, but it brightened and the wind started to drop as we approached the new Queensferry Crossing. We made steady progress of around five knots over the ground against the tide.
Shot above; all three bridges clearly visible, with the newest to the fore and oldest furthest away. The larger yacht in the middle-distance is Erin, a 49ft Jeanneau that had eased past us on our approach to the bridges.
It was calm and sunny as we rounded Inchgarvie and turned west to head back under the bridges once more. It was great to see lots of yachts out on the water.
I kept an eye out for Huck Finn, a Macwester 27 that I expected would be sailing around the bridges on sunday afternoon …but I didn’t spot her.
Huck Finn spotted us though. The shot above of our Macwester Malin, Indefatigable Banks heading west, passing under the Forth Road Bridge, copyright of Charlie Simpson. Thanks Charlie.
As we left the bridges behind, we lost sight of our chums in Calloo and Fyne Thyme, along with the sunny weather. The wind picked up to over twenty knots and it started raining. We were heeled over enough to prompt crashing noises from below deck, and some of the crew went down to brace the cupboards until things eased a little. We’ll need to re-organise some of the stowage down below.
By the time we reached our mooring the sun was back out. Calloo arrived shortly after, and Fyne Thyme circled around our stern before heading off to her mooring.
We heard the tell-tale ‘pop’ of the cold fizzy stuff being opened while we were still getting the strops on, and three friends from Calloo arrived by dinghy to join the après-sail celebrations shortly afterwards.
One of our chums and crew member for the day, a naval architect by trade, had baked us fresh ginger cookies. They were robust, well-built biscuits that we decided to label as “ginger brittles”. They tasted great and were very much appreciated.
Everyone seemed to be having a fantastic time, which was rather inconveniently interrupted when our Macwester Malin took the ground. Eventually we grudgingly accepted that we needed to overcome the logistics of ferrying a party of nine to the shore while the dinghies were still afloat. We also had to tidy the boat up, and go through our usual procedures of shutting the boat down. It was tight, but we just about made it.
As luck would have it, the local pub happens to be just two hundred metres away from our mooring, and within a couple of minutes our après-sail celebrations started afresh.
All-in-all it was a really fab day.
Shakedown completed; roll on the summer!