Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Books
So, in no particular order:
Murder or Mutiny by Pamela Stevenson
Treasure Islands by Pamela Stevenson
Illustrated Longitude by Dava Sobel
Lats and Atts Magazine - monthly publication
Recreational Skippers Workbook - need to complete by April!
First Lady by Kay Cottee
Personally, I have just finished two autobiographies (non-sailing) first was Clarissa Dickson Wright (one of the two fat ladies) then Humble Pie by Gordon Ramsey, both very compelling with a similar thread, and am two thirds the way through a great book called Stargazing - Memoirs of a young lighthouse keeper, by Peter Hill.
I'll try to think of something else to put here before the weekend :) Bear with me, I'm new at this blog-thingy, although I have to say it's a lot easier than the old html personal websites!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Dolphins today
We had planned to anchor up for lunch but by then the wind was prohibitive with quite large whitecaps on the sea, so we headed back as everyone had had enough by then anyway.
Australia Day
Happy Australia Day :) Going out again tomorrow morning with our friends Dawn and John, stay posted!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Thank You!
Sirocco now has a fully functioning chartplotter with GPS! When we get to grips with it, I'll be able to post the co-ordinates of where we've sailed here, and people can 'visit' using Google Earth.
Another step forward: we now know what all of those buttons are for on the nav panel ;-)
AND - I sat down with a length of rope and remembered how to splice - something I haven't done since my Gliding Club days, when I used to make weak-links for the tow ropes. After a couple of passable splices using good old silver-poly rope, I got too cocky and tried with nylon......after an hour, I felt like tying a noose with the stupid stuff and hanging myself....absolutely horrid stuff....I'm sticking to poly rope in future!
Australia Day weekend starts tomorrow, so we will have access to the ocean through the open bridge from 4.30 this afternoon right through to 7am Tuesday morning - this is Delta Tango 096 logging off....
A perfect day with friends


John looked very nautical helming, and Jill had a huge smile on her face.
At one point, heading South towards Scarborough, Jill and I were sitting up at the bow when we spotted a turtle breaking the surface - it was brown and would have been at least a metre long. I've often seen seals and dolphins in that area, but never a turtle before.
Another first for us was 'dropping the pick', which we managed easily, then just sat and had some lunch for a while - very civilised and most enjoyable. I have to say picking the anchor up again seemed to take much longer, with lots of directions being shouted to me at the helm from the bow, but it came up in the end, and off we went back home to Hillarys.
Thanks to John and Jill for allowing me to post their photos here.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Mikes First look and sail!

Mike being Mike, he started finding out exactly what was what, finding out how and why things work, looking in every nook and cranny - an aircraft engineer by trade, it's in his nature to 'poke around' as I call it!
We still have an issue with the pen - we are still in our temporary one, until the building work is finished, which entails waiting for the builders to finish for the day and open the bridge so we can get in and out - at the moment the bridge is closed from 7am until 4.30pm, Monday to Friday, so mid week sailing is out of the question mostly, due to offshore strong winds in the afternoon - but we did manage to get a sail in last Wednesday, as there was very little wind at 6pm - so Mike finally got to helm - what a happy person he was after that!
Peter came with us too and he absolutely loved it!

Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Launch and sea trial
We walk past a line of 68ft clippers, all in Fremantle for a stopover during their round the world race.
At last - in her element. We filled up with fuel and set off to the northeast out of the marina.
We raise the main, then un-furl the headsail, switch off the motor and she glides effortlessly and silently through the clear, blue water. She handles like a dream, I don't think I have ever felt quite this blissfully happy - just one thing wrong, Mike isn't here to share my joy. We play around for an hour or so, then slip back into the marina, find a pen and tidy her up a bit, then secure her for the night. What a day - what a yacht - what a blast!



