Thursday, December 16, 2010

Report & Accounts of ourselves

Festive berries
Merry Christmas, and welcome to our annual report.

At the end of 2009 Guy discovered that he really did like sailing after all (just not with his family) and in January he embarked on a four-month training course with Flying Fish to become a Yachtmaster with commercial endorsement (and other qualifications covering such diverse areas as food hygiene, fire fighting and PADI diving qualifications). 

Guy runs away to sea
For the first half of the course he was based on the Isle of Wight, and for the second half in Sydney, Australia. During the summer he did a delivery trip from the Netherlands to Valencia in Spain, and he passed his Yachtmaster exam in November. He's now doing the rounds of the flotilla companies applying for skipper roles, with quite a few possibilities on the horizon. Next month, Guy and Beth will have been together for an astonishing five years.

Camilla spent much of the year working with Aviva Europe, creating a single intranet in multiple languages for each market. It's included some brief but interesting trips to cities where you might not normally go, such as Moscow, Bucharest and Vilnius, as well as weekend break hotspots such as Madrid, Prague, Budapest and Paris. Possibly the travel highlight was a sleeper train from Budapest in Hungary to Bucharest in Romania. After a while all airports look the same, but train travel is always interesting. 
Russia from the air

Getting on the sleeper train in Budapest
She is now working with Aviva Group Centre on an intranet upgrade, due next year. It really must be time to do some work for another client.
One advantage of the new contract is that Camilla can spend more time working at home in her magnificent new office, converted by Sam from the old workshop which formed the end of the house. 
Camilla's office
The theme is grey, silver and minimal – the family sneered but it's amazing how often they come and sit in the office thinking chair for a while. 

Tim and bikes at Pretzfeld
Sam is slightly less retired following changes at M&CM this year. We suspect he is enjoying being indispensable and doing the odd bit of training. He's still finding time to work on the boat (new radar and plotter this autumn) and undertake motorcycle tours on the Continent with his oldest son Tim, this year to Luxembourg and Germany.
Ben likes to paddle his own canoe
Ben is going through the pain of A-levels and UCAS. He is still hoping to do engineering but his fifth choice was classics, just to show that he is truly a Renaissance teenager. For practical reasons he has had to drop Philosophy and Further Maths but he would really like to study a little bit of everything. Away from school he is a dedicated nerd, playing online games and building amplifiers for his increasing collection of headphones.
View from the balloon basket
Camilla's father Frank is looking a bit fragile, with a number of trips to hospital this year, although he's still soldiering on at 83. Patricia is coping well but not surprisingly getting worn out. Otherwise, our families are doing well. In July, Camilla and Patricia fulfilled a long-held ambition and went ballooning together.
We started the year with a New Year trip to Schloss Pretzfeld with all the family, Beth, plus our friends Alex and David and their family. In the summer Ben joined us for a sailing trip to the Netherlands. 

Redesigned rudder
Unfortunately we made an attempt to redesign Kalessin's rudder on the rocks at the edge of Breskens marina – we like Breskens, but never planned to see so much of it, although we were immensely lucky that Breskens Yacht Services were able to haul us out, straighten and repair the rudder and get us back in the water within four days. Sadly the weather was also not on our side in August, with a fair amount of wind and rain. In the end we had to leave Kalessin for a few days in Oostende and take the train home, although that did give us an unexpected chance to see Brussels. Subsequently, Kalessin starred in a secondhand test in the December edition of Yachting Monthly (86%, and a cover shot!)
We're already looking forward to 2011, when Ben will be 18 and Guy will be 21. We hope to take Kalessin to the Baltic in June for a few months, with one or more boys. Don't forget we'll be updating this blog with our adventures (if any).
Much love to you all and wishing you the very best for 2011
Camilla, Sam, Guy & Ben

Sam and Ben playing Poohsticks in the snow

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Guy is a Yachtmaster

Please give me a job

Hooray! Our son is now better qualified than we are. He is a Yachtmaster with commercial endorsement, courtesy of Flying Fish. He has covered more than 8,000 miles at sea, many of them in weather where we would hesitate about leaving the harbour! (Some were with us though). He is a pleasure to have on board.

If anyone would like to offer him a job, please put a comment on this post and we'll come back to you within minutes....

We're famous (slightly)

Quick, rush out and buy a copy of December's edition of Yachting Monthly - Kalessin is on the cover, with a four-page, 100-point test inside where she scored an impressive 86%.

We went out for a morning in September with Dick Durham and photographer Lester McCarthy. Originally they planned to do a comparative three-boat test but getting the three boats in the same place at the same time proved a logistical challenge, so they decided to do the Storm on its own.

It was a gusty day and we had an embarrassing moment getting out of the berth when the feathering prop did its thing of refusing to drive us forward. Other than that Kalessin performed extremely well and we were proud of her.

It was also a pleasure to have Guy on board with us. At that time he was not quite a Yachtmaster - now he is - see separate post. But short tacking up the river is really good fun with a keen, agile young crew member on board. And he knows what to do without being told! It's brilliant.

It was a Thursday, so SYH was pretty quiet, but on our return to the berth a few people saw us coming in and also obviously observed that our crew looked uncommonly like Dick Durham. Word clearly got about, because a couple of days later at the Southampton Boat Show we were chatting to the electronics sales chap from Seamark Nunn and he said "what's this I hear about you being in some kind of boat test?"

Note: the images and PDF attached are from a draft version of the feature - it may be slightly different from the final version.

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Back across the North Sea

We are home again, and so is Kalessin this time, after a quick dash to Belgium and a better sail back than we expected.

Eurostar took us back to Oostende on Thursday afternoon with absolutely no problem - in fact it was the emptiest Eurostar I've been on for ages - and we were in bed on board by 11.30pm local time.

Most of the passage is cross-tide but we didn't want to be heading into the tide for the short stretch paralleling the Belgian coast. That forced us to have a relaxed start, with time to pop to the supermarket to get a few provisions, pay the marina fees, and generally tidy up and sort out. Early on it was sunny, but as it clouded over it got a bit cold. As we headed out through the lock and into the North Sea, a much flatter North Sea than last time we were out in it, we were a bit shocked to realise that visibility was very poor - probably less than two miles, which is a problem if you have ships charging down on you at 25 knots. Even worse, it transpired that the radar wasn't working - there seems to be a problem with the switch, which has happened before, but this time we couldn't find a solution.

The forecast didn't mention poor visibility but it was delivering, as expected, very light north-easterlies and a pretty calm sea, so we motored on regardless. Once we crossed the first shipping lane at the West Hinder it seemed for a while as though our course was going to take us straight into the wind. Fortunately it strengthened a bit and swung further to the east, so we could actually start to sail - and the visibility improved hugely at the same time.

A downside is that neither of our autopilots seemed to be working.  One is the repaired original which failed on the long trip, one a new one delivered to us in Spain four years ago, but both of them went wild when we set them up, steering us in an increasingly zigzag course with their internal compasses apparently fluctuating. We can only surmise that something on board was causing major interference with their delicate electronic insides, but we have no idea what. Hand steering is a real pain as it takes a lot of concentration and you can't leave the helm to do a proper look around with binoculars, check charts or position, or even have something to eat if it needs two hands.

It was strange sailing without Ben, but halfway across the main Traffic Separation Scheme we picked up a passenger:

After extensive research we believe he was probably a chiffchaff or other member of the warbler family - these tiny birds typically migrate up to 4000 miles each year. He hopped around in the cockpit, flew below and hid in the forepeak for a while, explored the galley, had a trial flight and came back to the boat, and finally left us after an hour or so - having left no bird droppings at all as far as I could see. He was a great distraction from the terrifying Assyrians* bearing down on us like a wolf on the fold (*or container ships as they are more generally known).

The passage continued in a fairly uneventful way and we even had a bit of sunshine at supper time. It's interesting to note that at the same time Richard and Cathy were sailing Brave from Cherbourg to Gosport in more wind and non-stop sunshine.

So in the end we reached SYH about 1.30am having sailed more than half the distance, in a respectable time of just over 15 hours. I'd forgotten what a pain it is coming into Harwich harbour at night - every light is lost in the glare of Felixstowe, and you could even hit the very dimly lit Roughs Tower (which is huge) if you weren't careful. Gosh, I wonder if it would cause a diplomatic incident? (The tower is home to the nation of Sealand).

It was very nice to be home.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Back to Belgium

Eurostar and National Express East Anglia successfully got us home just after midnight on Sunday morning, with no problems at all. It was nice to be home, although with the odd little worry like the phone line - it broke the day before Guy left home, was mended by a BT engineer, and thereafter took to making 999 calls all on its own, apparently. We even had a message from a policeman who had popped round to check that everything was OK.

There's currently a settled high over Scandinavia with a ridge over the North Sea, which means relatively gentle north-easterlies. We had to stay in the UK until today as Sam had a crucial meeting this morning which had been fixed weeks ago, but this afternoon we'll be back on Eurostar again with the expectation of getting to Oostende around midnight UK time, sleeping on board, rising early to pay the marina and buy provisions, and then heading out on the mid-morning tide. I am very jittery that there will be a sudden change in the weather, the wind will strengthen to a 6 or go north-westerly, but at the moment it all still looks ok. We left buying the Eurostar tickets until the last moment (expensively of course) to accommodate my fears. Ben has to go back to school so we'll have to manage without him - at least that reduces the fares a bit...

Guy texted a couple of times to say he spent just two hours in Baiona, just north of the Portuguese border, on Monday, and rounded Cabo St Vicente on the bottom left corner of Portugal yesterday afternoon. It's a very different kind of sailing from ours, and I'm very proud of him!

Friday, August 27, 2010


Thought: Oostende is a much more interesting place to hang out than Dover. Apart from an excellent range of the normal type of shops it also has wonderful food shops interspersed on the main streets - so right next to a Zara or H&M there's a vishandel with beautifully displayed lobsters, trout, sole or mussels, or a traiteur selling ready-cooked chickens, lasagne, ready to serve meals with local shrimps and salad, or even tubs of mashed broccoli. And that's before you start on the patisseries, chocolate shops and even a specialist oil and vinegar shop. Why aren't all the Belgians very fat?

Not Dover

So after two bites at the passage from Breskens we have made it 36 miles down the coast to Oostende.

The first bite, on Thursday night, was straight into a south-westerly which showed no sign of moderating and going northerly as promised. The tide was with us so our speed over the ground was 5-6 knots, but our speeds through the water plugging into wind and quite large waves were only 2-3 knots, and it was clear that once the tide turned we would be going nowhere. In addition it was bucketing with rain and visibility was pretty poor. So we headed into Zeebrugge and were surprised to meet Skipjack, the UK First 32 with which we'd left, in there ahead of us. They saw winds of 27 knots on the nose and decided that discretion was the better part of valour.

Once more we tied up to the  fuel pontoon and awaited the promised wind change. It wasn't there at 0530, or 0630, but by 0730 the wind had finally dropped and gone northerly, so out we headed.

Turning south-west things looked excellent for a while with a very fast broad reach and speeds of 8-9 knots over the ground. But again the winds and waves were building, and we started to see consistent winds of 23-25 knots and waves up to 2m - not ideal when the whole passage is in water which goes no deeper than 10m. So we headed for Oostende, which turned out to be even braver for a while as the entrance is a big, scarey surf in onshore winds. Probably the new outer breakwaters, currently under construction, helped, but Sam helmed us in brilliantly while I hid below.

So now we have tickets for tomorrow evening's Eurostar and will head home for a while, hoping to collect Kalessin next weekend if wind and waves permit. Yes of course we feel like wimps compared with Skipjack, which carried on, but our excuse is that Oostende to SYH represents the shortest passage home - any further progress down the coast actually takes us away from home.

Meanwhile Guy is completing his second Channel crossing, en route to Brest and due in tonight. Hope he's ok - he said he was sick a lot on the first passage. I want to be there to give him a cuddle - which he would hate :).

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Dover or not

I had a long conversation with weather guru Simon Keeling, and decided there was no safe window for a passage home. After a few days of changeable winds, with some strong patches off Suffolk which means we would probably encounter at least force 7 somewhere en route, they go north-westerly for a few days which is as bad as possible. Sam was deeply pissed off, we all shouted at each other and went to bed in a very depressed mood. My preference was to abandon the boat, take the Eurostar home, and worry about it later. Sam just wanted three days of settled southerlies, which is not looking likely. Please note, the weather is not my fault.

This morning brought new counsel and a chat with a British 32-footer moored opposite us, which is heading for the South coast. They reckon they can make Dover with modest winds all the way and have invited us to tag along. The advantage of this is that there are possible havens at Zeebrugge, Oostende, Dunquerque or even Calais, so if things turn nasty we are never more than two hours from port.

Breskens doesn't really want us, there is no guarantee of a berth, and this at least gets us to the UK. So unless things change we will be off in around three hours.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Goodbye to Guy

One small benefit of the horrible weather is that Guy was also unable to set off on his delivery trip from Stellendam. So yesterday, after extensive planning and phone calls, we trotted down to the ferry terminal in Breskens, headed to Vlissingen where we were met by a nice man from Avis, and rented a Corsa for the day. From Breskens it's 115 km to Stellendam by road, via the tunnel under the Westerschelde; from Vlissingen it's only 65km.

Anyway after a couple of unintended laps of Middelburg we made it to Stellendam and saw Guy - hooray! We met his skipper and the mate and took a quick look at the Najad 50 which he'll be crewing - impressive, but stripped down and with every chippable surface covered, to avoid damage. Apparently it took them a whole day to find all the kit they need. It seems not every yacht has its first-aid kit in a first-aid locker, marked First Aid on the outside, as we have on Kalessin. And on some boats, flares can be hidden at the back of a locker in a cabin, not in a waterproof tub in the saloon ready for easy use. Very strange.

Guy and his 50ft Najad (ignore small motorboat in front)
Anyway we had a pleasant, leisurely lunch at the Stellendam clubhouse and headed back, admiring the white horses on the Oosterschelde en route. It was very nice to be in a car rather than a boat on a day with so much wind. We even had time for a trip into Vlissingen after nice Mr Avis dropped us back at the ferry terminal - partly via a solar-powered tram, which was exciting. Vlissingen was pleasant but quiet.

Dutch schoolchildren are now back at school and things are much quieter here - the few children around seem to be German. The main excitement in Breskens is preparation for Breskens Sailing this weekend, together with the erection of a giant scaffold covered in 10ft red plastic penguins. The latter apparently is Art and cost €300,000 from Cracking Art group.

Giant red penguins
And of course we need to find a weather window to cross the N Sea - I'm hoping to speak to Simon Keeling in the next few minutes to get some advice. Guy left this morning and has texted us to say he is off Oostende in the rain - his boat is leaking like a sieve. Hmmm.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Back to Breskens

Internet access has been erratic over the past week so our exciting progress has not been updated as we might wish.

From Middelburg we headed up to the Veersemeer and a pleasant lunch on one of many moorings on the islands in the lake. Our plan was to head for Wolphaartsdijk, where our sailing club used to go for its summer cruise but we have never been. Our lunch-stop neighbours warned us it might be very full however, and the forecast was looking a bit iffy, so we headed instead for a marina north of Veere at Oostwatering. They managed to find us a berth for a couple of nights. The first day (Sunday) was windy but quite pleasant, and we headed into Veere to join the tourists and see the sights. Monday however was utterly vile, with gusting rain all day. In the morning we moved the boat about 30 metres across the marina, and in 15 minutes we all got soaked.

Windy Veersemeer

It was good to see a better day on Tuesday - the wind was strong but fortunately behind us, so we hurtled along the Veersemeer with just the jib out, rounded the corner of the Oosterschelde and headed up the canal to Goes.

WV de Werf in Goes was our favourite Dutch mooring ever when we went there in 2004, and although the roads are a bit busier now the marina is just the same. Trees overhang the box moorings, old machinery furnishes the quays, and the little lighthouse at the end provides a small but perfectly formed lavatory.

the path to the loo

In the town, once more we were greeted by a funfair - what is it with the Dutch and these terrifying rides? But the excellent outdoor shop is still there, and numerous bakers' shops, plus - heaven for Ben - an extremely high-end hi-fi shop stocking real examples of some of the headphones he has only dreamed about up to now. We also discovered, on the edge of town, an excellent park with adventure playground type stuff around and over a little lake - enough to make us all behave like 10-year-olds.

Possibly more manageable than Kalessin

On Thursday we walked up to the station to explore the stoom trein (steam train to you). We only planned to look, but somehow we managed to let ourselves be persuaded to buy excursion tickets. We grabbed the first-class accommodation, which was absolutely straight out of Harry Potter - red velvet seats, only four to a sliding-door compartment. We chugged slowly through the Dutch countryside behind a small but magnificent red steam engine, with lots of people waving to us.

our locomotive

Epic journey...

... in first-class comfort
After 40 minutes we arrived at a small town with unpronounceable Dutch name somewhere on the Westerschelde, walked down to look at the river, had a cup of coffee, and then chugged back again. It was a really excellent afternoon which we all enjoyed very much.

From Goes we determined to visit Zierikzee. We originally planned to head further north, maybe to Willemstad, but we wanted to meet Guy at Breskens before he heads off on his first delivery trip to Valencia, so that cut short our plans a little. Zierikzee is part of the classic circuit enjoyed by British boats, famous for rafting visitors seven deep. We went there once in 2003 and didn't care for it much, so wanted to give the place a second chance. It is a very pretty town, with a great sailing atmosphere, but it still didn't quite enthuse us as much as Goes. However, we had an excellent and unexpected meal - walking into an eetcafe we liked the look of to discover it was Thai night, with a no-choice, three course meal. Service was a bit slow, but otherwise a real pleasure.

On Saturday we headed back into the wind for the first time, a bit of a slog from Zierikzee back to Middelburg. And here we are today, back in Breskens, only to find that Guy isn't here at all, he is in Marina Stellendam which is 32 miles away in a straight line and god knows how far by boat (not that we plan to sail there). The weather, which was looking promising for the long crossing, is now very much not - pleasant and peaceful today, but the Met Office forecast for Thames says: "Southwest 4 or 5, becoming cyclonic, then west later, 6 to gale 8, perhaps severe gale 9 later."

So the curse of Breskens strikes again - no Guy :-( and no way we will be able to sail home before Wednesday, with a possibly even worse storm now expected for Friday.

Rudder repairs

First sight of the damaged rudder as Kalessin comes out of the water

Visible bend

Repairs under way at Breskens Yacht Services

Straightened and repaired - antifouling still wet

It fits....

Back in the water after only three days. Our thanks again to Breskens Yacht Services

Friday, August 13, 2010


Very quickly from my iPhone on a connection from a pizza restaurant in the middle of Middelburg...

We are back in the water with the rudder all mended - and launched on Thursday afternoon. What a very good thing it wasn't today (Friday 13th) as that would have been incredibly unlucky.

We travelled the three bumpy miles to Vlissingen in about 40 minutes and the further four miles to get here in a further three hours.... Middelburg is so nice that having got here we decided to stay two nights. We were last here in 2003 in Magewind.

Sunday, August 08, 2010


Sunday has not been a good day so far. We wanted to stay an extra night and were asked to move to another berth just on the other side of the pontoon. The wind was a steady 11-12 knots blowing us back out of the berth. We reversed out OK and up to the end of the pontoon, then somehow when we tried to turn into the wind it all went wrong. In the course of going backwards and forwards we went aground on the mud two or three times. [Later note: the mud is actually full of rocks from the seawall.] The upshot was that at some point the tiller jammed completely, with no way to steer the boat at all, and it appears the rudder is bent. Bugger.

The very helpful crew of a German Halberg Rassy 29 at the end of the pontoon managed to take our lines and we are rafted alongside them. The harbourmaster will arrange for the yard to look at Kalessin tomorrow. She'll have to be hoisted out and inspected. The rudder hangs from a long steel shaft which goes straight up through the bottom of the boat, with the tiller fastened to the top. If the shaft is bent, the repair could be a long and expensive business. Luckily our insurance will cover us, but at best we'll see rather more of Breskens than we intended, and at worst we might have to go home and collect Kalessin later.

It's hard to say just when the damage occurred, but I helmed out of the berth and I lost control initially when the wind caught us. After we touched the first time, I asked Sam to see if he could turn the yacht as I was struggling, and he went aground harder. So we are probably both to blame, and all of us feel awful. Sam is currently asleep, Ben is hiding in his cabin, and I am typing this and wishing it wasn't true.

Just to make things worse, the wind is blowing from astern with waves running all the way up the marina and slapping our sugar scoop, which is very noisy, and this internet connection is nearly useless. The loo is still not flushing properly, we can't connect to shore power because we're rafted up, but on the good side it looks like we have mended the cafetière, so we can have coffee without lumps in tomorrow morning.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Across the North Sea

We successfully made it to Breskens on Friday morning, after a fast crossing mostly under sail. The promised occasional force 6 never materialised, with winds mostly between 10 and 15 knots, initially from the north-west and later from the south-west.

The route is a complex one: first you have to follow the edge of the Harwich shipping channel, then cut across the Roughs sands, then there is a (relatively) new Sunk gyratory system and traffic lanes, so you dog-leg down the edge of the traffic lane to cut across at the approved point. At last you get on your proper course, but only for two hours and you then cross the main Channel traffic lanes at right angles, which takes another couple of hours. From Garden City buoy on the edge of the traffic lanes you go to the West Hinder beacon, which would be a straight line if it wasn't for the Fairy Bank in the way, then you cross yet another traffic lane system which runs along the Belgian coast, and finally you run up the southern edge of the main shipping lane for as long as the tide favours you.

We left Suffolk Yacht Harbour at 9am, which was a bit later than we planned, because Sam very kindly rushed off to Sainsbury to get me some Stugeron (seasickness tablets). Who knows, I might have been fine without them, but it's a security blanket thing, and the North Sea was quite bumpy. It was a chilly morning, but bright, and we didn't get rained on for the whole crossing although we got a few splashes of sea! 

Tidal timing and good winds meant we saw lots of speeds over the ground of 6 or 7 knots, even occasionally touching 8. From Landguard point to the entrance to Zeebrugge took us 15 hours at an average of exactly 6 knots, which is a record for us. Our first-ever 2003 North Sea crossing in Magewind followed a similar route (although simpler in those days without the Sunk traffic system). It would have been about 12 miles shorter although in fact we went tacking around and covered a lot more ground, and took us 24 hours altogether. We remembered it fondly as we went storming past the Oostendebank buoys at 7.5 knots, when seven years ago we spent two or three hours in that spot making no progress against wind and tide.

We ran out of tide somewhere around Zeebrugge, and were starting to get very tired and cold. We decided to head in rather than trying to make way into the tide out of the Westerschelde which runs at 2 knots even at neaps (which it was). Just as well we did, as when we pulled the string to furl the foresail nothing happened and we had to lower the sail. Zeebrugge is a vast port, 1.5 miles from the entrance to the yacht harbour, and when we got there at 0140 it was very full, but fortunately we found a spot on the fuel dock. Ben was really pleased (not) to be asked to untangle strings, raise and furl the foresail at 2am, but we got it all done, fell into an exhausted stupor, and woke at 0745 (Belgian time – so just four hours of sleep) to find a beautiful, warm morning, a gentle breeze, and no-one around. We headed out without paying ;-) and carried the morning tide the 15 miles to Breskens, where they squeezed us into a small berth and we have been enjoying the fairground noises from the Fishing festival.

We can't believe it's six years since we were last here. There have been a few changes and the yacht club restaurant is a fair bit more expensive than we remembered. At the moment every nook and cranny seems to be full of market stalls and fairground rides, but behind that I think it's still the same small, pleasant resort.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Off again

Well, it's time for the summer holidays and some serious indecision about where and when to sail. I have wangled a five-week gap between contracts but we don't want to spend all that time away.

The current plan is to head off tomorrow, taking the more southerly of the main routes across the North Sea via Long Sand Head and the West Hinder. This gives us the option of heading into Oostende, Zeebrugge or Breskens via a deep-water route. Probably we'll head to Breskens because we have a yearning for Breskens mussels, having missed out last year, but we'll see how it goes. If all else fails this route also allows us to duck south into Ramsgate.

Last year we managed to avoid the new Sunk circulatory system by heading north up the Sledway, so this will be our first experience of it apart from those scarey magenta-shaded bits on the chart. I don't know if people actually follow the recommended dog-leg route or not. However on the upside we also miss the Greater Gabbard wind farm, which was only just started last year and is probably much bigger now. Hmmm, better get some up to date info in case we want to come back that way.

There are patches of Force 5 and possibly even Force 6 around but I hope we'll manage to miss anything strong, or at least do them with the wind behind us.

Guy has completed his Flying Fish training and an extended R&R period at home, including a brief starring role in Henry V at Eye Castle. We now need to persuade him to go and do something, somewhere on a boat. Tall Ships volunteering in Hull or Professional Yacht Deliveries from the Great Lakes to Chesapeake look like the best options at the moment. Not sure if we can sort all that out before we go down to the boat this evening though....