Sailing Thread - Yachts / Boats / Dinghies etc
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Libertad
Sparking up a rollie in the Reichstag
How many jibs are we looking at there?
Three - masthead code zero, J2 and J3 (I think)
Libertad
Sparking up a rollie in the Reichstag
Is there something silvery-grey hiding behind the genoa?
I think they might be mid-peel, ie forehead sail change when you have both up for a moment mid-change - probably peeling from masthead code zero to fractional code zero, both of which would use the same tack point at the end of the bowsprit.
Libertad
Sparking up a rollie in the Reichstag
Yeah, bloody show offsSneaky efficient fucks
when 25 knots downwind with four sails up isn't enough 
I like that the pic shows how much lift all that sail upfront generates. Actually reducing displacement for greater speed. Next time round the boats will be foiling I think, like the IMOCA 60s
Next AC is in 2021! BT Sports were showing it last year
sim667
All aboard the 303 bus.
Ah ok, I thought it was yearly
Anyone following the Volvo Ocean Race? Fucking epic footage - each boat has an 'on board reporter' just for media stuff. Drones, satellite uplinks etc. Amazing
www.volvooceanrace.com
www.volvooceanrace.com
sim667
All aboard the 303 bus.
Anyone following the Volvo Ocean Race? Fucking epic footage - each boat has an 'on board reporter' just for media stuff. Drones, satellite uplinks etc. Amazing
www.volvooceanrace.com
I haven't but I will now
sim667
All aboard the 303 bus.
Yeah, very sad. Can't imagine how horrible it must be for the Scallywag crew. They spent 7hrs in 45knot winds and 6m seas searching for the poor sod but couldn't find him. He would've been dead in 30mins anyway but what a tough decision to give up and turn back downwind, knowing their mate was dead in the water. Very sad indeed 
They only passed Point Nemo the other day, you can't get further from potential rescue than that. You really, truly are completely on your own down there in the Southern Ocean. Nobody is coming to help.
There but for the grace of God etc
RIP John Fisher.
Sail on, and fair winds.
They only passed Point Nemo the other day, you can't get further from potential rescue than that. You really, truly are completely on your own down there in the Southern Ocean. Nobody is coming to help.
There but for the grace of God etc
RIP John Fisher.
Sail on, and fair winds.
Yeah the footage coming off the boats has been amazing - huge mountainous seas, gale force winds, torrents of freezing water coming over the deck etc - and if something goes wrong there is no one to help.
The rest of the fleet were 200 miles downwind so weren't able to help either.
Makes you realise how blessed we are to have the RNLI covering British waters.
They do, but apparently Scallywag's AIS wasn't working. (They have AIS beacons on lifejackets iirc)
PLBs and EPIRBs are satellite uplinks, they don't link to the boat with GPS data, only to Falmouth MRCC. Basically useless for an MOB in the Southern Ocean other than to possibly recover a body
Out there only an AIS beacon is useful, but it depends on it being activated. Then there's the actual spotting of the MOB, with 6m waves you'll be lucky to even see the MOB in the water.
There's also the issue of stopping a boat doing 20+ knots downwind, dropping spinnaker, getting a jib up, getting off-watch crew up and dressed, then bashing upwind in horrific conditions, trying to perform a search pattern while only being able to zig zag upwind.
The harsh truth is that if you go overboard in those conditions then you are almost certainly dead. The only remedy is preventing MOB events by any means.
(See MOB fatalities in the Clipper RTW Race recently - even when they get recovered, chances are that they're dead)
More info and statement from VOR HQ:
Just to give some idea of Southern Ocean downwind sailing. Bear in mind the camera flattens the sea a fair bit, but you can see they're surfing down walls of water. Weather was a damn sight worse than that too when the MOB occurred. (This is earlier today on AkzoNobel not Scallywag - different boat, but they're all identical)
Some more.
Really incredible footage coming from the boats.
Really incredible footage coming from the boats.
Amazing drone footage 
Some good bird action too
2 reefs in the main, fractional code zero, deep reaching, 35 knots of wind, hitting 30+ knots boat speed surfing down the swell, absolutely on the edge of wiping out at every moment. It really is unbelievably insane, what these sailors do.
Some good bird action too 2 reefs in the main, fractional code zero, deep reaching, 35 knots of wind, hitting 30+ knots boat speed surfing down the swell, absolutely on the edge of wiping out at every moment. It really is unbelievably insane, what these sailors do.
sim667
All aboard the 303 bus.
They do, but apparently Scallywag's AIS wasn't working. (They have AIS beacons on lifejackets iirc)
PLBs and EPIRBs are satellite uplinks, they don't link to the boat with GPS data, only to Falmouth MRCC. Basically useless for an MOB in the Southern Ocean other than to possibly recover a body
Out there only an AIS beacon is useful, but it depends on it being activated. Then there's the actual spotting of the MOB, with 6m waves you'll be lucky to even see the MOB in the water.
There's also the issue of stopping a boat doing 20+ knots downwind, dropping spinnaker, getting a jib up, getting off-watch crew up and dressed, then bashing upwind in horrific conditions, trying to perform a search pattern while only being able to zig zag upwind.
The harsh truth is that if you go overboard in those conditions then you are almost certainly dead. The only remedy is preventing MOB events by any means.
(See MOB fatalities in the Clipper RTW Race recently - even when they get recovered, chances are that they're dead)
More info and statement from VOR HQ:
Ah that makes sense, thanks for the explanation.
More amazing drone footage, see how they're surfing the swell, ploughing into the back of the next wave, getting tons (literally) of water washing over, reefed main, three fractional headsails up, absolutely flying. Hardcore.
ska invita
back on the other side
im having a go at reading Moby Dick. Its suprisingly fun so far
Great bit in chapter one about the universal call of the sea:
If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?
Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting?—Water—there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it?
Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach?
Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea?
Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land?
Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy?
Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove?
Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
Great bit in chapter one about the universal call of the sea:
If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?
Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting?—Water—there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it?
Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach?
Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea?
Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land?
Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy?
Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove?
Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
Good stuff ska, the call of the ocean is strong indeed
Hope to see you down here for some sailing this summer
Hope to see you down here for some sailing this summer
Crispy
The following psytrance is baṉned: All
readers of this thread might enjoy these youtube channels:
Acorn to Arabella, in which two guys build a 38' Ketch almost entirely from scratch. Logging trees, milling lumber, pouring lead etc. They've got a fantastic donor boat for most of the hardware/fittings. Lead keel is done and timber keel is going on as soon as the weather warms up .
Tally Ho is a 47’ 107-year-old Albert Strange designed Gaff Cutter, which one guy (from Bristol, working in Washington State) + helpers is rebuilding. Almost entirely, given the state of her.
I like watching people make things and boats are very interesting things to make
Acorn to Arabella, in which two guys build a 38' Ketch almost entirely from scratch. Logging trees, milling lumber, pouring lead etc. They've got a fantastic donor boat for most of the hardware/fittings. Lead keel is done and timber keel is going on as soon as the weather warms up .
Tally Ho is a 47’ 107-year-old Albert Strange designed Gaff Cutter, which one guy (from Bristol, working in Washington State) + helpers is rebuilding. Almost entirely, given the state of her.
I like watching people make things and boats are very interesting things to make
gentlegreen
I hummus, therefore I am ...
How does one learn navigation and the rules of the sea. ?
Not that I'm ever going to be piloting anything of any great draft, or paying for posh moorings in a "port de plaisance", but who knows, I may be forced into such places by the weather or misjudging the tides.
I've been watching boats navigate Audierne's sand-banky harbour and realising just how much there is to learn.
I certainly don't know how to read this map - certainly in terms of estimating the actual depths at a particular stage of a particular tide...
Not that I'm ever going to be piloting anything of any great draft, or paying for posh moorings in a "port de plaisance", but who knows, I may be forced into such places by the weather or misjudging the tides.
I've been watching boats navigate Audierne's sand-banky harbour and realising just how much there is to learn.
I certainly don't know how to read this map - certainly in terms of estimating the actual depths at a particular stage of a particular tide...
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Chilli.s
mingling jets and statuettes
I did an evening class, very interesting.
