Festival

 

A small flotilla of WBA boats launched from the St Helens ramp in Corio Bay and sailed to tie up at the new wave Attenuation Barrier and potter round the Geelong Wooden Boat Festival. Some fantastic craft there. A bunch of St Aylls skiffs, a clc kayak with those beautiful akas, the biggest couta boat I have ever seen, plus lots more.

The wind died going back and I rowed most of the way. It was hot out there too. A good day but iamstonkered tonight.

Overnighter

 

Chris in his Stornoway, Gerard in his Hartley ts14 and me in Kirsty Ann set off from Werribee South. Wind was bang on the nose for Portarlington and conditions choppy and a stiff breeze, up to 17 knots. Somehow I was not well organised. Perhaps too early a start. Thermos of coffee still in the bilges, forgot to put sunscreen on, put reef in main and struggled with weather helm for hours till I put a reef inthe mizzen and the boat balanced beautifully. Took us almost 6 hours, and 20 nautical miles to get there, hiking out a lot of the way. My butt may never recover, and I am certainly going to buy some padded shorts next trip in to Whitworths.

Wind still from the south next morning so we aimed for a quartering run out and gybes to run back into Werribee River.  Took us about three hours of splendid sailing to get home. It was a good trip, I learned quite a bit.

 

Rowing

 

My great grandfather, Alfred Hudson, was captain of the Cork Firebrigade and I have always had a soft spot for anything Cork related. So the Cork Harbour Rowing Festival, and it's virtual spin off "5 miles from home" caught my eye. The idea is,you row an out and back 5 mile course and capture the gps track. http://oceantocity.com/

I got the Skerry outyesterday and today to put in some experimental miles. At the moment I can row at an average of 3 knots for a couple of miles. But I am seriously stuffed afterwards. If I could keep that going over 5 miles, it would take me an 1hr 40 minutes. Which is towards the slower end of the virtual field. I will need to put in some serious training to achieve that I think.

Today we rowed from local beach to dog beach. Ozzie made a grand entrance and had a great time tearing around. He was tired coming home. We had a picnic on the boat, anchored off the reef. About 3.5 NM. A really nice day though. I am going to get a new wheel for my trolley, to make the wheeling down part as easy as it can be.

Grey headed paddlers visit Grey headed flying foxes

Somehow, I discover I am organising the midweek paddle up the Yarra from Studley Park to visit the Grey Headed Flying Fox Colony near Fairfield. Oh well.  Jim and Penny suggested a reconnaissance trip,so a couple of weekss ago,on a stinking hot Sunday, we got down to Studley Park Boat Ramp and set off up river. I must confess I had a bit of a bad attitude going in, but it was fun and very interesting. I now know a bit more about the Flying Foxes, and have a new respect for them.  I have no idea how the midweek paddle on the 9th will go. It could be I will be the only boat. But I am cool with that, looking forward to it.

Wednesday wonders

Ian suggested another Wednesday sail at the WBA midweek Williamstown sail last week, and a few of us got out.   It was a great messing about in boats sort of day.  Andrew from the WBA came out with me in Kirsty Ann.  We rafted up for morning tea, tried sculling, with limited success, rowing, the mizzen stay sail and just drifting in the light airs.  I dropped Andrew back at the harbour round 1, then headed back over towards Point Cook to catch the Stornoway and the Hartley who were heading that way.  The wind kicked up, and we got a good rollicking broad reach home.  It was a good day.  Messing about in small boats. 

 

Herding cats

 

The inaugural Midweek Sailing Day of the WBA at Williamstown on Wednesday was the usual cat herding experience. But some fine sailing too. Coming back across the Shipping Channel Chris in his Stornoway 18 made a fine sight. Lunch at Blunts Boatyard, a Torqeedo run back to a blissfully quiet ramp. A good day overall.

That sinking feeling

 

Somehow I have wound up as organiser for the inaugural WBA midweek sail scheduled for the 9th. We're heading down to Walkerville for daughter's birthday festival (yay), and the weather after today  looks a bit dodgy, but I wanted to do some reconnaissance of Hobsons Bay before the event. 

My back was still not so good yesterday, but I told myself to smarten up, and set the alarm and backed the car in the drive  ready to hook up the Skerry and trailer. And despite a bit of internal lack of enthusiasm I got down to the Warmies and on the water by about 10.30. We rowed down the warmies channel and tied up at one of the Vistors moorings to get sorted, then on through the wonderful array of moored boats, past the one in thepicture above, which had made what I fear was a fairly expensive voyage to the bottom. It was back on the surface I was driving home, hopefully a happy ending. There are quite a few boats in there that look like they too might be making that trip to the bottom pretty soon.

There is something very relaxing about rowing. The Skerry is so controllable I am ok with heading into the most confined of spaces. I rowed right up next to the Gem Pier fish boat, we can use the Skerry to go buy our fish next time. And I had a nice chat to a guy moored in the Royals jetties who saw me rowing past and liked the look of the Skerry.

A really nice morning on the water, I really enjoyed. I hope I have turned a corner.