In the afternoon I tweaked and tightened wires. The instruction book says there should be "no gaps or light showing".
Oh well. I tack welded the garboard to the bottom panel. If there is any distortion in the hull, it is there for good.
In the afternoon I tweaked and tightened wires. The instruction book says there should be "no gaps or light showing".
Oh well. I tack welded the garboard to the bottom panel. If there is any distortion in the hull, it is there for good.
Today it was past time to tackle the garden. Grass was ankle high, bushes growing from either side meeting in the middle. So a few hours mowing, clipping and sawing, and at least we can get around.
After lunch I got down to Williamstown chandlers to buy some 413 west system epoxy filler. It says it has excellent gap filling qualities. After contemplating my trial fit of decks, and oberving the daylight between various bits, I think I might need them.
I was hoping to go to the WBA Rye sailing day, but I was stuffed after yesterday and Oz seemed unwell last night and kept waking me up. So I stayed home and finished wiring the hull of the Skerry. It is much stiffer now. Turn over tomorrow, shouldbe interesting.
I wired together the remaining pieces of the hull of the Skerry today, and suddenly, there is a boat in the shed. No one would give me any prizes for my woodwork, but I rekon it will come together ok with some judicious application of epoxy and paint.
I feel like a proud parent.
I tackled cutting the rabbets on the egdes of the planks today. Lots of potential for stuff ups but I think I got them right. Finished the gains, drilled lots of little holes, and at last the assembly has begun. I only got in about a dozen of the copper wire ties. Probably a few hundred to go, but all journeys begin with a single step.
I really dont mind the lockdown, it gives me a chance to focus without being distracted. But I do miss sailing. Sandra sent through some fantastic photos from last week's outing.
She got one of me talking to Roman, the other altona Bay cat ketch owner. So I now have photographic proof that boat exists. I have made contact with Roman subsequently via the WBA, and look forward to some cat ketch outings.
Travellers and homebodies, sailers and nailers, it seems that a mix of activities works pretty well. Suits me anyway.
Sandra, Paul and I in our Sabres, plus Andrew in his Laser, set off round 10.30. The wind was about 10 knots, gusting up to 15, and quite a chop. Andrew was wearing just cotton t shirt and shorts, and fell into the water when a gust hit him. He turned back, the rest of us sailed to the other side of Altona pier, where we beached the boats and got a coffee from the cafe on the Esplanade.
Getting off the lee shore through the chop was a challenge, and it took me three tries to get going, as a wave would sweep me back into the shallows each time I tried to tack off. But we got going, and had a splendid sail back past the reef and home.
I suspect the key to a good sailing day is to pick the weather. I find sailing in a steady breeze with sunshine beats the hell out of grey and flukey. It was a really nice morning.