“That was a long holiday, don’t you think?”. The kids agreed, we had been on Chip-Chip forever, sailed across miles of water, and were ready to go home.
In reality we had arrived less than two days earlier, and only ventured down the other end of the harbour to buy fresh fish for dinner. The plans were much bigger Friday morning; Esben would fix the cockpit drain quickly Friday afternoon, so that we could leave with the outgoing tide Saturday morning and visit one of the Wadden Sea islands. But then the drain didn’t fit, and after a trip to the nearest major marine store it became evident that it wouldn’t be a quick job.
Whatever, we could fix it Saturday morning and still get a nice sail in the afternoon – except that the job took too long, so once it was finally finished, we took the boat out for a 1 nm trip to the next harbour, sailing with the genoa in next to no wind. It was nice nevertheless, the kids got an ice cream, we bought fresh fish for dinner and we even had time for dinner on the way back.
Since it was the pentecost weekend, we still had time for an overnight visit in one of the nearest harbours. We just needed to do final adjustments to the new standing rigging on Sunday morning before leaving. Esben went up the mast in the new Topclimber, and as he began adjusting the first spreader he yelled to me: “We’re not going anywhere! The end piece is broken”. I didn’t believe him at first, but then he leaned to the side and showed me how he could wiggle the piece like a loose tooth. By then we had enough, took a couple of pictures of the culprit, backed up the car and went home for lunch.
We did, however, come back a couple of hours later to try out the banana boat, which we bought secondhand online sometime during the winter. We bought it without having ever sailed one before, but figured that if it didn’t work out for us we could just sell it again. Esben took the kids for a sail, but we’re so far not completely convinced if we should keep it.
And now that the weekend has ended, we’re trying to find a spreader end piece for a 47 year old mast. So far it’s not too encouraging, but hopefully we will find a solution, hopefully before we’re planning to go on summer holidays – Esben already suggested that we just remove the mast and make a trip down the Dutch rivers. Somehow I would much rather go sailing – with sails.
You would think that we would have learned by now that you can never count on anything going smoothly on an old boat. But I guess not…