There is a much under-rated musician, Chris Rea, who made an
album in the 1980’s called ‘God’s Great Banana Skin’. The title track implied
that over-confidence can bring bad luck. I always liked the song and now I have
special reason to re-play it and take note of the lyrics. ‘Why?’ you may ask. Well,
a couple of weeks ago I announced that, having renovated this boat, I knew her
intimately, better than someone who simply goes out and purchases one from a
production line. Her construction and
her ways on the water held no mysteries or surprises, I said. A lot can happen
in a couple of weeks.
Last week Susan and I decided we would take her for a sail
on Wednesday afternoon. The September weather here is unusually pleasant and
mid-week we have the estuary to ourselves. Wednesday duly arrived and although
it was sunny the wind was not ideal, a gusty North Easter. At times it was
calm, hardly enough breeze to give us steerage-way and then a force five would
come charging across the water, laying us over and sending us off down-stream
like a goods train. All these terms are relative of course, A Westerly Nomad
doesn’t heal like a dinghy and five knots is her speed limit – but it is fair
to say that, at times, without a reef in her sails, she was over-pressed and the
trip wasn’t easy or comfortable.
Earlier in the year, when I raised the mast and launched her
I should have set up the slab reefing system but in my eagerness to get afloat
I hadn’t bothered and so now, in this wind, reefing wasn’t an option. I suppose
I could have set up some kind of jury reef if I had gone into the cabin and
selected a suitable piece of rope from the tangle I had carelessly bagged up
and thrown in there, but leaving the helm wasn’t really an option because I
didn’t have much sea room in amongst the cluster of moored boat where I
happened to be at the time.
Ah well, I guess I got some changes and adjustments to make, might play that Chris Rea song a few times more too.
Seaward