With the hull the right way up, the amount of blue surface is pleasingly less prominent. Good, it looks fine now.
Notice the aluminum bumperstrip added. I wasn’t going to at first but after only six or seven days sailing the unprotected bow had taken a good beating. The bumper should take care of that.
The leaks at the transom have been taken care of, some dents and bruises were buffed out, the split sliding seat base is mended (happened when trying to roll over the hull not knowing the seat extended).
She’ll be fine for next weekend.
Some weeks ago two lovely sisters, good sailors and friends of mine, found the forestay chain plate of their old 470 finding it’s way through the deck and asked me if I could take care of it.
Having told them I probably could, but cosmetic surgery aftercare would be for them, they agreed.
Browsing the interweb I found a documented report of a similar repair on the French website forumvoile.com.
With a good insight of the specific construction I went over to have a second look at the patient and it was obvious I wouldn’t be the first one to get that nose done.
The deck had been lifted before and was sealed shut. No way I would lift it from the hull with a few gentle ticks from the hammer.
Out with the (fantastic) oscillating tool and off went a good part of the front deck.
Found the original GRP square profile gone and the repair GRP-wood combination end-of-life since the (second?) wooden back-up material had dissolved.
I cut away most, if not all repair-GRP.
With some pitch pine wooden stock I made a wedge profile and fitted it snugly in the corner, wel soacked in epoxy and three layers of 280 g/m² over it, re-creating the original GRP profile… Sort of.
That needed curing so hang on, I’ll finish this nose next week.
All images courtesy R.Baker
At Staunton Herald things are well organised, sailing’s only allowed when the green flag is up. And at about 6 P.M. it went up on Friday evening. For Friday evening clubsailing… How I love this and just cannot imagine this kind of discipline would get installed in clubs in Belgium.
I rigged the boat and got out in the midsummer sun (and a gentle breeze) on the lake to discover it along with some other plankers, the lovely TOY playing along.
Half an hour later I came back in and heard water slashing in the hull when pulling it up a trolley. Quite a lot of water in the hull there.
It didn’t take a drop in Ostend or Wormer.
The 760 km on the trailer between Wormer and Staunton Harold must have shaken the old hull and opened some seams.
And it did fill up really good since I saw the bow submarining on the last race downwind course day two second race. Never had that with a boat before.
Still it was fun to sail and not a big issue, I’ll waterproof the cigarbox. A bit disappointing it sank during a Nationals yes.
Different issue and completely my fault was losing the centerboard all together during race two of day one.
The item freed itsself from the c.b. king-pin (because I didn’ secure it) and slid away trough the c.b.slot happily knocking the hull. I managed to pull it back to into place again after a while, but by then the race had ended.
As also by then the wind was gone, luckily the gentle rescue-people towed me in.
So really the first attempt racing the Meson wasn’t flawless, still I love sailing it, and as usual: room for improvement.
All images courtesy R.Baker
With eight sailors and eight Minisails the turn-out for the MS Nationals 2016 at Staunton Harold was ok. There were two spint MII, one Monaco MII, three wooden cockpit sprites, one wooden dished deckt sprite and one Meson. . . And a Flipper, not a Minisail but a scow nevertheless.
Always good to meet the UK friends again.
Plus, sailing among eight Minisails and a handfull of CVRDA boats (or a handfull of Minisails along the CVRDA boats, it’s relative) is a privilige and I have enjoyed every minute of it.
Minus the racing but that’s a personal matter all together; Being continuously the last one in a mixed fleet where the MS is the lowest rated is no fun, boring even.
Let’s see if the only single gen of competitiveness in me now wakes up and let me get a regular boat to go competition sailing in it and return next year in a MS and try again.
That pathetic personal rant now said it was obvious the fleet of boats at the 2016 Nationals were a representative live Minisail museum, all of them in working order -including the individual odd bits of string that go with them.
A GRP dished decked Monaco was missing (I’ll bring one next year…maybe) as was a Sprint MI but Mat’s GRP Monaco made up for that.
Meeting all of you was a pleasure, the AGM was significant and under time pressure since the bbq was going cold.
Special mention to Chris and Sylvia who were there, our cheering girls (also thinking about trevial matters as getting something to eat: Thank you both).
Thank you Jane and Peter for organizing it and taking well care of us. Thank you David and Rupert for keeping the flame alive.
And yes, please Tom try to be at the Nationals with the Alpha next year, we missed you.
Three irregular figures got together in Wormer near Amsterdam for a great weekend of sailing.
We had some adventurous days on the water, both on the wild side and in the slow motion spectrum of adventuring (there were moments when I saw water spiders overtaking me in the Meson and have also seen Dean’s worried face
while he clung to the top of a yacht mast when it was about to tip over).
That mixed with camaraderie, after all that is half of what these gatherings are about, made it complete.
The obvious absence of any guests showing up was dissapointing but didn’t discolour the weekend, we adjusted the agenda at random.
Thank you Frans for the hospitality, for sorting things out with your club and the camp site plus the extras you added.
I’m just back from another great weekend of sailing ‘camaraderie’, as
Ronny correctly described it.
A little bit more wind would have been nicer, but the beautiful location and excentric company made up for it. Saturday’s social was at a local Chinese restaurant serving excellent food in large portions. (And very cheap drinks!)
Sunday’s mast climbing shenanigans nearly ended with me swinging onto the neighbouring yacht’s family breakfast table. I would have had egg on my face if it hadn’t been for some frantic counterbalancing from my two sailing buddies!
All-in-all a very positive weekend for everyone involved. Including my wife and dog.
All images Courtesy of Dean Martin.