Here we go again


Well hello there my salty sea chums, how are we all, how have you all been keeping this long while? I do hope we’re all fine & ready to get on with some fine adventures & thoroughly wholesome tales of life as a Sailor’s Mum. There are many tales to tell & much advice to impart whilst accompanied by copious amounts of tea or indeed cocktails, whilst passing around the gingerbread & cake as freely as rum on Her Majesty’s Flagship. I was going to say something like as free as a harlot blar blar blarblar but it was deemed most inappropriate, funny but inappropriate by my editor  going by the title of Sailor’s Aunt, so we’ll just leave it at that.  (gluten free on request)

Many adventures have indeed happened since last we spoke. Far too many to account in detail – it would bored you senseless, & if I’m honest they do blur a little. However, there are some magnificent highlights, dos & spectacular don’ts & even if so say so myself some rather nice vistas to share.

And I thought as it’s been over a year since I last shared my in-depth knowledge of being me & my epic foray into all that that currently entails we’d do this hello, hello – wakeywakey & then straight into an synopsis of summer just gone & the beginnings of autumn, baking morsels to keep us going, pictures of interest to keep us awake, tea & pink gin as appropriate & potentially some rather dashing ginger liquor I’ve just acquired – if I’m feeling generous of course, I rarely share chocolate so don’t hold your breath.

Right that’s done, publish & on with the first proper post, no pressure. 

(photos : Souths Shields)

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Tales of too many trips & not enough time 


Here’s the thing, we’ve been on quite a few adventure since our last update, I’ve started to write up quite a lot of them & that’s pretty much it. Adventure happens, time carries on, more photos are taken, a back log happens, nothing gets finished, I now don’t know what to write or even to start & the list of top tips is now immense…. It’s not looking good at this point I’m afraid to say….

So whilst on yet on another sailing trip – this time in Abersoch, I’m going to try & make some sense of it all, find a starting point & hopefully work from there because there are indeed many tales to be told, funny ones even I do say so myself, some you possibly had to be there & perhaps have had a drink or two to see the actual humour but hilariously at the time… Obviously….

And those top tips for family’s starting out this mad mad mad journey into competitive youth sailing, I need to share those! there’s definitely no hand book, no official guide, lots of word of mouth of course but that can be tricky & conflicting. i need to share those, the more peculiar, the better!

In the meantime, here’s a few photos to whet your appetites! 


Tales of the Power of Lists, wallabies & remembering the soap,Part 1


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On the whole I find making lists to be an essential part of life.  Now I’m not saying I stick to these lists all the time, I like to think them more as guidance more than anything but the best lists have the most ticks & tend to be a little bit on the organic, go with flow type.  There should always be at least one in tandem, the first being

1: ‘remember to write list’,

2: ‘remember to use list’

3: ‘Remember to take list with you’

My current list is going to get us to National Laser Championships in Weymouth, in 2 days time… Currently still on No 1 which is I think pushing it slightly. I do have a nifty trick up my sleeve though, or rather a book. Every time we go away to an event, all the planning, postcodes, gate access numbers, things to take etc lists on lists, go in this book & after the event, all the ‘should’ve done’ go in there too, which is getting smaller.  The idea being we can learn from each trip & eventually all things will be perfect which is why I’m currently flapping about, not knowing what I’m doing!!

Obviously some things never get forgotten…

I’ve also been trying to sort out a grocery delivery – who knew you could get Sainsbury’s & Tesco & the like to not only deliver to your caravan whilst you’re away but even to your tent! My good friend (& sailing Mum extraordinaire) let in me on that particular tip! Saves room in what is always a highly packed car, you don’t have to juggle bananas & milk, which lets face it, smells awful once its ground into upholstery.

Lists sorted, packing going well, missed the cutoff time for Sainsbury’s, so now minus half the food, which wasn’t in the plan… no time or space now – soldier on – they have supermarkets in Weymouth. Not panicking… Not yet..

Pack car, check lists, counter lists & sub lists, remember to pack The Book, remember the soap. I don’t know about you but it’s the one thing I consistently forget, both to pack & then bring home, don’t know why this happens, well I do, I forget, obviously! Need to devise some sort of soap reminder – expand the ‘Soap on a Remembering Rope’ or something, but this time remembered. Phew.

Leave – late. On our way – remembered everything left to remember – even the boat, always a bonus, get to Congleton a mere 9ish miles & grind to a holt…

Traffic…

Sometimes being in ‘Traffic’ is alright. You get to nosy at the view, people’s houses, gardens, shops, sometimes fields & general lovely scenery & that’s fine I would say for about 5-10 minutes (although 10 minutes if pushing anyone’s tolerance) & then you start to wonder as to why you’re not moving, thinking about the road ahead & if you’re familiar, what could possibly causing this grid lock & why now. More minutes pass, you move a few feet, forced to let someone in or out a turning, not wanting the cars behind to think you’re a meany. More minutes, WHAT’S GOING ON!!!! Open wine gums.

At this point (2.5 minutes later) the map gets requested, ‘lets turn round!’ (whilst towing a boat..?.) ‘is there another way?!’, ‘we could go that way!’ WHAT’S GOING ON!! Er don’t know, lets just wait a few minutes. More wine gums, some sort of pensive calm resumes, move a few feet. Repeat.

An hour later, a broken down car & random road works behind us, & finally on the M6 & it’s moving! Thank flip for that!!!

And then a mixture of road works, the M5, ‘Are we there yet?’, quick break at Michaelwood Services, wine gums, Bristol & traffic, dropping off boat, for the next 7 hours, made all the more wonderful by still broken aircon, which combined with glorious, glorious sunshine, making the car more saunamobile than automobile…

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Although one good thing of being is slow moving or stationary ‘Traffic’, you can open the windows wide & gets some breeze without your ears exploding, it is the small things.

Miss registration at Weymouth by an hour & a half…

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Sweat our way to caravan… Stop…Stop… Brew. A brew with a view… relax….

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View with a Brew

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And then after a not so good night sleep (this is apparently due to our Primal Flight Instinct or so I read somewhere – first night somewhere new your brain switches it on… Wish it wouldn’t..) & a fab English breakfast, back to the fabulous Weymouth & Portland National Sailing Academy or WPNSA for short. Home of the British Sailing Team & where the London Olympics 2012 Sailing event took place!

We’ve been here quite a lot since January mostly for training & the odd Qualifier event. It does feel very familiar now.  Given we gauge how good a place is by the facilities & food – is up near the top, which is convenient.

Unpack boat, & help rig, have the usual grizzly arguments, walk away, go get a brew, register.

Events like this one are sponsored by relevant companies from chandlerys, to insurance companies & sometimes you get a little free something or sometimes you get a lot. In this case the free something was a free zip folder – with a sticker…. Even the registration staff tried to get excited, they tried very hard… Oh well, somewhere dry & zipped to put race details. And it’s got a sticker on.

Briefing.

Perfect sailing conditions, bit of cloud cover & they’re ready for launch.

Getting ready to launch
Getting ready to launch

The very first national event we went to was at Weymouth. It was very cold, windy & the first time racing out on the sea & from my perspective utterly terrifying.  I did sob quite a large amount when he first launched on the sea, best not to dwell on the thoughts whirling around my head, the potential catastrophes. I don’t even blink now!

So that’s enough I think for Part 1, onwards with the rest of the adventure & the wallabies of course!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A tale of minus one & smelly, smelly things


Coniston Water

Our first trip to Coniston this week took so long, I’m sure you could easily have flown to Greece, had a tasty mezze, bought some olives & come back without breaking a sweat. Ok maybe not that long but longer than should be allowed in a car with busted air con definitely breaking a sweat, cobs of the stuff!   Wendol mostly got us there one piece, with only one minor slip up where the map won (& therefore me) & minimal shouting. We did look cool though towing the little orange rib behind us, ready for an adventure!

One man & his Rib
One man & his Rib at Redesmere

It took that long we ended up having to stop off at the services for food… Joyous places aren’t they. I’d gotten all excited thinking we’d be able to go to Teabay, not realising we’d be coming off the M6 before then. Huge disappointment! Ended up in Costa coffee with a tepid panini & tea in those ridiculously fat rimmed cups. Not wanting to sound like my Mother or my Gran for that matter but tea shouldn’t be in fat rimmed cups. It’s a fundamental wrongness.

Onwards…

Coniston Water is without a doubt one of the most beautiful places in the world, well the world I have seen at any rate, but I don’t think there’s many who’d argue with me. The light was rather stunning adding an ethereal edge to this beautiful, beautiful place when we finally arrived.  I’ve already checked out where to live on Rightmove, & found us a er small little place, with its own boat shed on the lake & er one or 2 bedrooms… Ok 11… You know for when people come & stay & I’ve got a big family & one or two friends, oh well, one can dream. It’s also rather wonderful to think that this very house & some of its previous inhabitants were the inspiration for Arthur Ransome’s Swallows & Amazons, a favourite book for longer than I can remember.

Coniston Hall Campsite looked lovely, very close to the shore, very quiet, well quiet at that precise moment, possibly a little louder once a whole scout pack arrives.  I imagined they’ve had a stupidly fabulous amount of fun, I feel a little envious if I’m honest, especially as I’ve been sorting & clearing & removing bags of, er, well stuff.

Coniston Hall Campsite
Coniston Hall Campsite

Bedrooms are to be decorated, that’s the idea, not necessarily how I envisioned my child free week but needs must. None of which is helped by the constant distraction of long-lost things, random photos, wondrous fabrics to add to my impressive stash (a crafter must always have a stash of fabric, it’s another fundamental law of the universe, without it – you are  NOT a crafter…)

All dropped off, quick pint of cider, for a timely & unremarkable journey home except for an exceptionally close shave with a very big coach, we’re talking centimetres here people, very small centimetres!

Breath In!
Breath In!

Returning…

I’ve always thought it shows you’ve have had lots of fun when you finish an adventure looking tired, but happy & slightly grubby.  I’m guessing that’s exactly what occurred given the state the scouts & explorers were in when we got there. And then when you hear the stories of those adventures & curious tales & a certain reluctance to return home you know, despite the sometimes inclement weather, it’s been an amazing camp & already there’s a looking forward to next year. Job done I’d say!

Boat hitched, leaving the wonderful landscape behind, with its monumental mountains & greener than green fields, quirky little buildings nestled between the trees, gorgeous little sheep, islands of high adventure, & secret tracks leading to secret beautiful places… We will be back… Soon I hope, very soon…

 

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Swallows & Amazon Island

Old Man of Coniston

And then, half way home the jockey wheel decided it wanted to join in with the wheeling fun, & dropped – how very rude! Luckily no damage & only 3 minutes of utter stress, & some rib envy at yet another motorway services, so not bad really.

Rib envy, man not included
Rib envy, man not included

And, I’m pleased to say, despite my fears, not so much of the smelly, smelly things can you believe, well apart from sailing kit, it’s always smelly! Mouth wash to the rescue!

(Ps. I know some of these photos aren’t brill, I know! But when you literally arrive, hitch a boat, leave, there’s not much time to take anything decent – you should see the other ones taken in the car, dirty windscreen or blurring green!)

And yes, I did miss him!

 

A Tale about a Beginning


Not so long ago I made cake & gingerbread for a living, we didn’t own a boat, & days were spent either busily baking in my tiny little kitchen or idly watching boats go by at the most delightful little mere, a hidden Cheshire gem, tucked away & out of sight, the very lovely Redesmere.  I say tucked away, it’s know far & wide for it’s opportunities to feed t’ducks & have an icecream or two but it also has a lovely sailing club too.

We’d turn up, drop off, pick up, stay & watch, do one’s tax return, think up new delicious flavours, freeze & sweat cobs so the boy could train, race & fart about, all on the same water & then whoosh, would you believe it, one day, (Christmas Day to be precise), (bet the wrapping elves loved us…) Father Christmas only went & delivered the boy a boat…

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Since then we’ve seen a number of different watery views, tasted lots of different teas & coffees, become very opinionated about venue catering, very important I’ll have you know, talked the hind legs of several dozen parents, become very conversant with the working of the odd Premier Inn or ten, & learnt that mouth wash is an excellent cheap option for cleaning wet suits – who knew that one!!

And that’s all before I mention the bloody satnav Wendol… I dislike her hugely & her fondness for single track roads, & 90 degree tight bends.  She’s on her last life line at the moment, I’m planning her demise with sinister glee!

So that’s a very brief summary, just to get us started, we’re off to Coniston tomorrow to deliver one teenager & tow a safety boat to the annual Scout Summer camp, an exciting prospect for some of us, no doubt pictures will be taken of said safety boat to immortalise the moment, to add to the ‘wheels’ collection, along with the lawn mover… I’ve made gingerbread to take, as a treat for them all, survival fodder, & just a little bit of a sugar rush to have with their hot chocolate.

Lets hope Wendol gets us there without any ridiculous detours, spilt milk or sweary outbursts, (note to self – remember the atlas, & AA rout planner- just to be on the safe side). In the meantime here’s a photo of a very cold Queen Mary Reservoir, the most amazingly steep sided reservoir I have ever seen… A slippery slope indeed… Pip pip!

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