The day dawned, as days habitually do. Eventually, the crew of Erbas also dawned, or at least surfaced anyway.
Bacon butties and copious mugs of tea and coffee put us on the right side of the consciousness curve and with the arrival of the bosun we set about the main task of the day.
With all caution and care, we organised the gear to hoist Mark up the mast. I had a brief try of the setup myself and decided I'm way too fat and heavy!
The first job was at the spreaders and involved removing the old damaged boot on the port side (I'd earlier removed the wheel from the starboard cap shroud) and fitting new boots secured with self amalgamating tape.
With that job complete, Mark paid a brief visit to the masthead to measure up the fitting for a spinnaker halyard block.
Then it was off to the chandlers to purchase a suitable block and clevis pin. Once back aboard it was up the mast for the monkey one more time to fit the block and reeve leader lines through it and the burgee halyard block.
Annoyingly, not one single piece of the string mountain lurking under the cockpit was suitable for either task so it'll be back to Burnham on the morrow to buy some rope.
During the course of the day Rik investigated the non - appearance of AIS on the laptop and confirmed my suspicion that the the multiplexer isn't processing the output from the AIS engine. It's not the end of the world but it's an irritation because it should work and doesn't.
It was now too late in the day and too windy too to play with the sails as I'd hoped to do so we tidied up and made the boat ready for the night before repairing to the pub for food and drink.
Falling into conversation with the couple at the next table we were delighted to discover that they are the crew of our sister ship Pelagos whose owner I've touched base with on the Sabre Owners Association forum about the yet to be confirmed possibility of holding a Sabre rally at Fambridge later in the year.
We chatted until closing time and a very pleasant evening it was too.
The nightly nightcap was a brief affair and soon we all settled down to sleep. Even one of the lines thumping the mast couldn't keep me awake tonight!
Bacon butties and copious mugs of tea and coffee put us on the right side of the consciousness curve and with the arrival of the bosun we set about the main task of the day.
With all caution and care, we organised the gear to hoist Mark up the mast. I had a brief try of the setup myself and decided I'm way too fat and heavy!
The first job was at the spreaders and involved removing the old damaged boot on the port side (I'd earlier removed the wheel from the starboard cap shroud) and fitting new boots secured with self amalgamating tape.
With that job complete, Mark paid a brief visit to the masthead to measure up the fitting for a spinnaker halyard block. Then it was off to the chandlers to purchase a suitable block and clevis pin. Once back aboard it was up the mast for the monkey one more time to fit the block and reeve leader lines through it and the burgee halyard block.
Annoyingly, not one single piece of the string mountain lurking under the cockpit was suitable for either task so it'll be back to Burnham on the morrow to buy some rope.
During the course of the day Rik investigated the non - appearance of AIS on the laptop and confirmed my suspicion that the the multiplexer isn't processing the output from the AIS engine. It's not the end of the world but it's an irritation because it should work and doesn't.
It was now too late in the day and too windy too to play with the sails as I'd hoped to do so we tidied up and made the boat ready for the night before repairing to the pub for food and drink.
Falling into conversation with the couple at the next table we were delighted to discover that they are the crew of our sister ship Pelagos whose owner I've touched base with on the Sabre Owners Association forum about the yet to be confirmed possibility of holding a Sabre rally at Fambridge later in the year.
We chatted until closing time and a very pleasant evening it was too.
The nightly nightcap was a brief affair and soon we all settled down to sleep. Even one of the lines thumping the mast couldn't keep me awake tonight!
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