Sunday, 19 March 2017

24 February Sri Lanka road trip

Yala National Park
Reluctant to leave Polly and Jackster for more than 4 days we embarked on a whistle stop tour of the south west corner with our emphasis to be on the natural beauty of the country. One friend in the marina offered to visit Polly each day and another friend kindly offered to check our mooring lines each day. With the safety net in place we were ready to go.
black face lamur
Our first destination was Yala National Park which took an afternoon and two crazy local buses to reach. If you've ever enjoyed the thrill of a roller coaster ride try a Sri Lanka bus; they overtake on blind bends, squeeze through impossible gaps and all done with horns blaring. Yala is a popular tourist destination because it has the highest density of leopards anywhere in the world. There are no predators here higher than leopards and they flourish.

grid lock safari style
We'd pre booked a whole day safari. It's an early start and a late finish. Our day began with a 5am pick up to allow time to drive to the park gates, buy tickets and join the queue of 50 safari jeeps for the 6am opening of the gate. It was our lucky day. Our driver took a call from one of his colleagues to telling him where we could see one sleeping in a tree. Our driver did a snappy U turn leaving buffaloes and crocodiles in our muddy wake as we, and the other 70 jeeps, raced over pot holed tracks to converge on the one leopard. We arrived and joined the queue of vehicles as each took group took their turn to photograph a wild leopard. He looked quite docile to me, lounging along a bough, occasionally flicking his tail, moving his head. We were told the profile of his head indicated it was a male cat. We stayed and watched for half an hour. Too far away for our cameras to get a decent picture I've cheated and taken one from the internet.
in our 'camouflage' gear
After a decent lunch of chicken curry served from the back of the jeep we spent the rest of the day bumping along the tracks seeing a rare tusker elephant (only 1 in 10 males develop tusks) and two more lone males. The herd of females and youngsters had a day off from being watched, but there were plenty of peacocks strutting their stuff, mongooses running amongst the scrub and a nice sighting of black faced lamur apes.
Ella early morning
The next day, day three of our road trip, we were able to take a direct bus to Ella. Ella is in the heart of the tea plantation area and in the cooler elevation of the Horton Plains. The journey was as memorable as our destination. A race up the escarpment with steep drops to our side made for oohs and aahs at the views and the impossible overtaking manouevres.
All aboard
In the cool of Ella we enjoyed a visit to a tea production factory where the process of turning the tea leaves into a drink was shown and explained. All the work is done in the cool of the morning; the picking by Tamil ladies who can pick up to 20kgs of leaves each, the fermenting, drying, grading and packing. We arrived midday and saw the last half an hour of work for that day.

just one tea bag please

riding in the tuk tuk

Ella is a very popular tourist spot and has many good restaurants. I had meal or rice and seven curries served in a steamed banana leaf with pappadoms and mango chutney. David was in the mood for a burger and chips. Both good choices at the the Chilled Out cafe.
Post lunch we walked up into the hills through tea bush fields (?) to a hotel come restaurant atop a peak for afternoon tea with a chilly breeze and a stunning view over Ella gap and further uphill walk to the top of Little Adam's Peak.
tea bushes

atop Little Adam's Peak

Our last day of travel was where the transport was the feature; one of the classic train journeys of the world. The ride between Ella on the plain down to Kandy passes over the Horton Plain affording great views across the country. It wends it's way downhill for six hours through tunnels and over bridges. If we'd had more time we would have made a break in our journey to visit Kandy, but I've been before and David isn't a temple devotee. Today we stayed on the train and continued on to Colombo Fort station where we changed trains for the express to Galle. With a lack of signage finding the correct platform and the right train, ie express vs all stopping, to Galle was a challenge. After asking many local travellers we did make it to the right train. Unfortunately this was a 5pm commuter train with a barge to get in the door and on, elbows and pushing were the order of the day, and then stand in the crush. It was reminiscent of London in the rush hour. If we ducked down we could just see the sun setting  acoss the Indian Ocean. We'd caught our first train at 6.45am and alighted from the last train at 7pm. With a tuk tuk back to the Customs port we were home and relieved to find Polly hadn't escaped and been eaten by wild dogs and Jackster was still sitting comfortably.
view from train


VW van as rolling stock

Saturday, 4 March 2017

20 February Galle, Sri Lanka

Galle - functional, historical, fascinating, crazy and worth a visit. We had three naval officers on board to escort us into the harbour and in to the new marina. The term marina being used loosely to describe a recently constructed area for yachts to tie up within the Customs dock. This is the first season it has been open and it is a significant improvement on the precarious floating pontoon yachts previously had to use. We dropped the anchor and backed up to a concrete wall where there were many waiting to take our stern lines and tie to hooks in the wall. With the aid of our passarelle, a glorified gang plank we could get on and off as could our agent and the numerous officials who came to clear us into Sri Lanka.
hooking up to electricity

one marina, four Amels

As promised by our agent, there was electricity available. It just took three days for the electricians to work out how to put our plug in to their socket. In part because it took a day to discover our agent needed payment in full before it could be done. Finally all was good and we had a continuous supply of power for the duration of our stay.
Formalities completed and Customs gate passes (three sheets of A4 each) we dared to cycle into town. There is a simple rule of the road throughout Sri Lanka – the bigger you are and the louder your horn the more rights you have. Pedestrians and bicycles are at the bottom, buses at the top. They slow down briefly for passengers to literally jump on or off otherwise they keep going, flying along, pushing tuk tuks into the side and forcing their way through impossibly small gaps in the traffic.
Our route in to town was a couple of miles going along the esplanade and the old town which is the business heart of the city, passed the international cricket ground and then through the gates of the old Portuguese fort in to a different Galle. Within the fort walls there are cobbled streets, historic buildings, boutique hotels, fine restaurants and high end jewellery shops. It is a world heritage site. We cycled the path on the top of the fort wall taking in the views across the bay and south towards the busy shipping lane which is just off the coast and an impressive vantage point to watch action on the cricket pitch.
Lighthouse with mosque in foreground

cobbled street

cycling around the walls

No play today

Prawn curry at Heritage Cafe
The streets are a grid system and away from the tourist centre there are many families who live within the area so there are houses, schools, a Dutch church, a large mosque. During our stay we came to the fort area every night to try a different restaurant. The food is very, very good. There are small restaurants which have 12 seats and four young men in the kitchen serving delicious fresh curries with accompanying side dishes, family run places with more seats and a queue down the lane serving a taster menu of ten different
curries cooked by Mum and served by her son and daughter and the hotel restaurants which are converted warehouses with airy courtyards, elegant surroundings and linen napkins. The only disappointing meal we had was when we ate at a local restaurant near to the harbour and the owner added a 'white face' surcharge and doubled the bill. The cost of his meal was the same as eating in the smart places in the fort (average £5 for a main dish). The quality wasn't.

Would I recommend Galle for a visit? Yes, a couple of days for land travellers would give you a good feeling. For yachts crossing the Indian Ocean and choosing between Trincomalle and Galle I would opt for Galle again because it is a more direct route to the Maldives, the marina offers a secure place to leave the boat while you do a road trip and it is a transport hub with trains, buses and private tours all available. For example a fast train can get you to Colombo in 2 hours for £1 or buses to Yala National Park 5 hours and £2.50. We also found the town for food – provisioning and eating ashore.

Friday, 3 March 2017

6 – 13 February Sailing from Phuket to Sri Lanka

The forecast predicted light winds and a slow passage ahead of us for our passage from Phuket to Galle in Sri Lanka. What we got was champagne sailing conditions all the way.
When a northerly breeze came up on Monday afternoon we decided it was good to go. And good it was. We were able to switch off the engine before leaving the bay and we didn't have to switch it on again for seven days until we were twenty miles from Galle and in the wind shadow of the land mass. It was 12 to 15 knots on the beam, seas less than 1m swell and a full moon mid way. Champagne sailing conditions. I was able to hang out the washing to dry in the breeze and David and Polly caught a skipjack tuna.
adding an extra sail

preparing the cat-ch

As we approached the south west corner of Sri Lanka and sailed on to the continental shelf we were joined by a whale. David spotted the 'smoke', or water spout, a few hundred metres ahead of our bow. By the time I'd grabbed the camera we were alongside a 20m blue whale. The gentle giant came toward us and lifted its head no more than 50m away. I swear it looked at me. People have asked if we were worried about it coming to close and bumping the boat. We were far too excited to see this amazing animal to think about possible dangers. After taking a look at this strange new whale who was approaching him, our whale swam across our bow and swam around us for fifteen minutes before swimming away. The creature is so big that when it is on the surface it looks like the light blue mass of a reef.
Blue whales are regular visitors to these waters. I later learned they are a specific species, the Indian Ocean Pygmy Blue Whale.  Growing up to only 24m they are smaller than their North Atlantic cousins.
close encounter with a blue whale
An hour later we were joined by a large pod of spinner dolphins. We haven't enjoyed so much sea life since we were in the Pacific. SE Asia is an over fished desert in comparison.
We arrived into Galle bay just before midnight and anchored in Watering Point bay which is a mile from the harbour. It was lovely sleep all night and wake refreshed for our appointment with the clearance officials next day.
taking the navy for a ride
The process in Galle is for a yacht to anchor outside the harbour entrance and wait for the boys from the navy to visit, board and inspect for any stowaways or Tamil Tigers. If they deem we are not a threat to national security they accompany us in to the new marina where the cavalcade of health, immigration and customs officers were waiting. Welcome to Sri Lanka and the next adventure.

Galle's fort and lighthoue

Sunday, 5 February 2017

31 January Tempus Fugit

Time flies when you're busy doing nothing. Or so it seems. On January 1 we gave up alcohol to shed a few pounds of surplus. By the end of the month David had only had a drink on one occasion – a cruisers party at Yacht Haven Marina on the 24th and I had stayed 'dry' until I hit my target weight and then had a glass of wine. Naughty, but the time was right.
traffic at Chalong circle
When we weren't being sanctimonious we were hiring motorbikes to buzz around Phuket island between chandlery, sail maker, steel shop, electrics, wood shop, DIY, food, etc, etc. The usual stuff. We've done more road miles than sea miles on this visit gathering bits and bobs. I've completed sewing a waterproof cockpit enclosure. Now when it rains we put up our clear plastic windows and stay dry. I also used sunshade fabric to make side screens and Sunbrella for a new aft deck awning. Yes, we like to hide from both sun and rain.
David has replaced small pieces of wood that frame the saloon hatch on the inside. Water ingress had gradually worked under the varnish and it was not looking pretty. A length of teak from a carpentry shop, careful sanding, varnish, sanding, varnish and fitting and we are back in shape.
All our dive gear has been checked and serviced by David. For the dive compressor we now have a year's supply of chemical powders to be able to refill the air filters. New DIN seats in all the tanks as the old one were showing signs of wear. I have an eyewatering, custom made wetsuit. The inspiration was Uma Thurman's character in Kill Bill. My suit is yellow with black stripes down the outside of both arms and legs. It's a bobby dazzler and a long way from the ready made black suits. I did try to buy off the peg but they were too baggy on my arms or too long in the body and as made to measure took just three days why not?
ready made

custom made Kill Bill

We also invested in new dive computers. Because we'd spent so much time in the many dive shops around town we got to know the technical support shops and staff well. So well we were offered an account at the main supply warehouse with the bonus of trade prices. When the dea is that good and David's Aladdin air integrated had stopped working and my computer was showing signs of failing after a mere 18 years of use it would have been rude not to invest. We chose Suunto because you can change the battery yourself, large, easy to read display and as I've only ever used Suunto I was happy to continue. All we need now is somewhere to the Maldives.
Between this frenzy of 'projects' we motored up to the north of the island to a Cruisers Party at Yacht Haven Marina. Going there the wind was on the nose. Coming back there was no wind. Our host was Sevenstar yacht transport who would want us to pay them close to $50k to put Jackster on a ship to take her to Turkey. Nice of them to offer. We declined as our plan has always to cross the Indian Ocean to South Africa. The marina offered a free berth for one night and co-hosted the party in the evening. It was a chance to meet old friends, give the house batteries one final blast of shore power and to pop into the chandlery. It was here we visited the carpentry shop and found the wood we needed for the internal repairs.
Yacht Haven Marina

David, Craig and Sandithe

And through all of this from the first to the thirty first of January we've been watching the weather in the Bay of Bengal (BoB) to be able to cross to Sri Lanka. The first weekend of the month was a washout. A late season cyclone in BoB brought strong winds and 48 hours of heavy rain over the whole area. Then the wind got flakey. Forecasts were inconsistent, but generally showing the normally dependable north east trades had not established. Hence we are still here watching the weather and waiting to go.
two days of rain arriving

Sunday, 22 January 2017

1 January 2017 Christmas and New Year in Nai Harn

This year we spent Christmas and New Year in Nai Harn. We arrived on 23 December and were one of about a dozen sail boats. On NYE we were one of 45 boats.
The yacht club dinghy dock is shorter than last year due to heavy south westerly surf which broke the end off and washed away the walkway built over the rocks to steps. The new manager of the yacht club told us the surf had dropped away in the week before we arrived so we were fortunate with our timing and being able to use the dock when we wanted to go ashore.
Nai Harn is a popular holiday beach and seems especially popular with Russian tourists based on the high number of people we heard speaking Russian, menus where Russian is the first translation from Thai and English the third. Even at the French bakery the order is French, Russian, English. Oh la la! But the best breakfast was the full English.
It was a relaxing week, watching boats coming and going, trips ashore, renting a motorbike to go into Chalong and up to Boat Lagoon marina where there are two very good chandleries. I set up my sewing machine and ran up some new side sunshades. David ticked a few boat jobs off his to do list and suddenly we came to the end of 2016 in the same bay we began the year.

On NYE we ate smoked salmon and roast duck and even managed to stay awake until midnight. It was a beautiful evening to sit on deck and watch the fireworks, more chaos than display but lots of fun, and toast each other a Happy New Year. Where will be be in twelve months? Possibly South Africa if the plan goes to plan.

22 December From Langkawi to Phuket

For our passage from Langkawi to Phuket we opted to keep east and sail parallel to the mainland coast. We departed on the back of a strong south westerly which had left a legacy of swell coming in from the west. For this reason our first night was spent in the lee of Tarturo island in the NE corner tucked between the big island and a small one. A fierce lightning storm passed to the south and west of us which we later learnt had been over Telaga.
Next day the wind piped up from the north east and we had a super close reach sail up to Koh Muk, a regular stop for us on this trip, dropped the hook and went ashore for dinner at the Hill Top restaurant. Feeling the need to push on we departed next day and had another more fine sailing up to the northern end of Koh Lanta. By now the westerly swell had died and we anchored in the wide open, shallow bay on the east side. Creatures of habit we anchored in our usual spot, went to the same massage shop we'd liked before, had gelato in the shop opposite as before (however this time I had Amaretto flavour).

It is calm anchorage and most pleasant ashore so we stayed here for a couple of days before the good NE wind beckoned us onwards once more. This time our course to Chalong in Phuket gave us a beam reach and we flew, or so it seemed, all the way there. Passing between Koh Phi Phi and Phi Phi Don was a wind shadow, multi day boats traversing our course across our bow and stern – all good fun to test how accurately we gauge whether we are going to hit or miss if we were to maintain our course! International Colregs (collision avoidance regulations) are a mystery to long tail boats.
Once anchored in Chalong it was a simple procedure of presenting our papers to Customs and Immigration and 'Welcome to Thailand'.

Friday, 30 December 2016

16 December Work, more work and even more work – our final month in Malaysia

It's been a month since we finished the re-rig. A month that has flown past in whirl of more updates and improvements to our lovely Jackster. Our time constraint was waiting for replacement house batteries (eight at 105Ah each) to be delivered from the US via KL. Ever since we met our good friend
new brown, old black

fitting in battery box
Steve Southgate of Dignity in Grenada seven years ago, David has hankered for Trojan batteries. (Among the boating community Trojan batteries are considered to be the premier deep cycle option.) Steve convinced us of the same so when our need for new batteries and the availability of Trojans coincided there was no debate – we buy. We had to wait for a cargo ship to offload in Singapore, transport to KL and then a van from KL to Telaga Marina. They were definitely worth the effort and the wait.
In the meantime I set to work with gusto creating a new cover for the dinghy. The old cover had been made in Venezuela in '09 for our old dinghy which was 30cms longer. I had shortened and adapted but now the rips were becoming greater and the fabric less wholesome. Using my new Sailrite sewing machine it was a dream to sew. I adapted the new design to be fixed with strips of Velcro along the outside and the inside of the tubes for a snug fit. To finish off the package I also made little green sun covers for the outboard motor and petrol tank. Dinghy is now a small green goddess. 

When we were changing the rigging we took down all the sails. Before they were raised again we gave them a thorough check for broken threads, unravelled stitches and signs of wear. UV is the constant enemy of your sails. While the cloth and threads are UV resistant they are not UV proof. On the head sail, which is now the oldest of our three sails, I had to restitch the complete length of Sunbrella UV protection strip because the threads had 'dissolved' in places. The main had small points of wear in the sail cloth where it catches going into the mast which needed patching. The mizzen is less than a year old and needed no repairs.
The biggest challenge to sewing sails is where to bring together sewing machine and sails. With no suitable room or space ashore we did the repairs on the foredeck. The sewing machine was in front of the windscreen with the power source in the cockpit. I was sitting on the deck, one knee tucked under me and the other knee operating the foot pedal because putting the machine on a table was not an option. We had to be close to the heavy sail. David moved, fed and guided the sail for me. A team effort, but well worth the effort.
Hopefully we've extended their lives and headed off the need for emergency repairs while on passage. A true case of a stitch in time. The next two places on our RTW trip with offer good value on new sails would be Sri Lanka where North Sails operate the biggest sail loft in the world and then South Africa.
Next job was cleaning the water tank. Our tank holds 1000L and sits above the keel with access through the floor in the galley. From time to time I treat it with chloride to kill unseen nasties and we only ever use shore water if we can be certain of its quality and still it has to pass through two filters between tap and tank. Malaysian water is clean and you can smell the chloride so you know it's been treated at source. Chloride evaporates in about two days leaving odourless water.
An aside to our water tank story is in conversation with our insurance company regarding cover to sail from Thailand to South Africa, they have made it a requirement that we have a bilge pump capable of moving 25 gallons / 113 litres per minute. Our fitted bilge pump falls short of this capacity. At first we were affronted by the insurers demands but gradually we saw the real sense in having an independent water pump as part of our emergency gear. In Kuah we found a small, portable, petrol drive Japanese pump which weighs less than 5kgs and approximately 25cms square. Add 10m of 25mm hose to the intake and 5m to the outflow and you have a pump to lift water from the deepest part of the hull over the side, a water pump for a fire and portability to carry to another boat should they need assistance. You can also leave it running on its own freeing a pair of human hands to help elsewhere.
We discovered a fourth use which is to empty your water tank. Our tank was mostly clean. The white fibreglass lining makes it easy to see where we needed to give attention. There were black spots of what we assume were fungus at the top of the tank and on the roof which spend more time in air than under water. Being small I could get my head and a shoulder through the opening and scrub the walls clean. We then applied a strong solution of bleach and filled the tank, left it to sit overnight before emptying, rinsing and refilling.
stocks with protective sleeves
It was a full on month of work. David serviced the wind generator, serviced the main engine, went through the storage cupboards deciding what was a keep and what was a give-away (and finding some lost items), checked our dive kit and assessed what needed a repair or replace. I did the same with our food cupboards:out with the old, decide what new stocks would be required for the next twelve months. Langkawi has good supermarkets, keen prices and we have access to cars with easy loading from dock to boat. Polly now has 50kgs of cat litter stored in the forward wardrobe and we have 150 cans of tonic water in the bottom of our wardrobe, canned food fills the spaces under the floor in the salon and there are rumours of a bottle or two of gin under the bed! I couldn't possibly comment on that one.
There was time for rest and play in between all this hard labour. When the temperature and humidity were at their highest in the mid afternoon we would retire to the forward cabin with doors and windows closed, books and air conditioning. For an hour we would rest and cool until four o'clock when the sun was beginning to go down and then work until the sunset at 7pm.

bridge over the falls

I had (another) birthday in early December which I designated a No Work Day. Instead of work we cycled, only 15 minutes and only a bit uphill, to the starting point for a walk up to Telaga Tujung, Seven Wells, Waterfall. Only 500 steps uphill later we arrived at the highest waterfall and great views over the anchorage. There is a cantilever bridge over the fall which had a glass floor, changing rooms and picnic areas. We sat for a long time with our feet in one of the bathing pools. I didn't know you could swim and hadn't brought a costume. Sitting and enjoying the moment was a delight. On the way down we side tracked to the second and lower fall which had far more visitors. We had lunch out. A restful afternoon in the AC and then a special dinner on board: smoked salmon, grilled steaks and a bottle of Australian sparkling wine. Sometimes the simple things are the biggest treat.

lower falls

Next day was work as usual as I cleaned the forward head and scrubbed the shower curtain.

We've now spent two months in Telaga marina with an address for deliveries, two months of repairs and improvements for Jackster, two necessary months of making preparations to be ready to sail in parts of the world where there aren't chandlers or repair facilities in every port. Or mid ocean.  

Friday, 9 December 2016

15 November That's better @ Langkawi

Jackster arrived in a rain squall at Telaga Harbour Marina, Langkawi at the same time as our new rigging was been unloaded from a plane at the airport; the afternoon of 17 October.
New rigging arrives at marina
The rigging had been sent by air freight from a town on the French / Swiss border.  We knew which flights it was booked on so were able to hire a car and go to the airport (5 miles away) next afternoon and do the clearance ourselves.  No import duty to pay because we are a yacht in transit and Langkawi is duty free.  A local agent with a truck was collecting a package at the same time we were there and with some nifty negotiation he delivered the two heavy boxes to the marina for us.

Our first week was spent on unpacking and preparation.  It was raining too.  David had spent weeks thinking and planning the most efficient and safe way for us to swap old for new.  The rigging on Jackster appeared to us to be in still in very good condition, but of unknown age.  We've owned her for eight years so the minimum was eight years, some of the fittings were original Amel, some had been changed to Sta-Lok.  Next year we plan to cross the Indian Ocean and the following year to cross the Atlantic.  For us, and for our underwriters, it was the time, and the best place to do the work.

two new pairs of shroud
Acmo, the company that supplied the original rigging to Amel in France still makes and supplies rigging for new Amels.  All we had to do was place an order for one set of rig for an Amel Super Maramu and it would be made to the correct lengths, with the correct fittings and made with the best 316 European stainless steel. When we opened the box we were delighted to find every turnbuckle and every swage was stamped ACMO and the date of manufacture.  No more guessing the age of our rig.  La creme de la creme commes les dits en France.  With David and I doing the fitting we were guaranteeing returning our standing rigging to the same high standard that Chantiers Amel specify.  We have a greater vested interest in attention to detail than A.N.Other commercial rigging company; in mid ocean it is our safety which is on the line.

main boom supported on deck
Old becomes...

changing lower shrouds first
David's carefully thought out plan was to begin with taking as much stress off the masts as we were able; sails down and stowed and both booms lowered to rest on the coach roof.  Then we began with the lower shrouds and working our way up to the higher cap shrouds which reach from deck to top of the mast.  David would lower the top of outgoing shroud to me on a long rope and I would feed it to lie along the deck, undo the rope and attach it to the top of the new shroud to be lifted.  Once David had his end secured I could fit the clevis and cotter pins at deck level and by tightening the turnbuckles the mast was supported.  We went pair-by-pair, port side, starboard side so we were never more than one wire off at any time.
The most challenging shroud to change was the forestay.  The forestay is the thickest (12mm) and longest shroud (18.3m) on the boat. It stops the main mast falling backwards and passes through an 18m aluminium tube, the head sail foil, which the biggest sail on the boat is attached to.  The foot of the forestay also has an electric supply which had been disconnected and a heavy furling motor which couldn't be disconnected. With two halyards secured from the top of the mast to the bow to pull the mast forward and with help from friends (it was all far too heavy and big for me to handle) David released it at the top of the mast and he lowered it as we walked it out along the dock.

Jacqui taking measurements
each piece date stamped
Changing the wire was straightforward.  It came out without hitch.  The new one was greased and inserted through the foil.  Lifting and fitting was not so simple.  The combined weight of shroud and foil caused it to sag as we tried to align the fitting with the deck mounting, but we did it.  David was lowered to part way down the mast and bracing his legs against the mast stretched out to push the head stay forward and reduce sag.  I undid the turnbuckle as far as it was possible.  The big guys pulled down and I was able to get the clevis pin through and secure it with a split pin (cotter pin).  We'd done it.
Old shrouds coiled on deck
Fitting the new rigging took two weeks of hard physical work.  Tuning it took another two weeks of adjustments and checking.  David hoisted me  to the top of the mast with a long tape measure and we measured from centre top of mast to toe rail, and spreader tips to toe rail to check the mast was dead upright - spirit levels don't work when you're afloat. Checking that each mast was straight and true, each pair of spreaders adjusted equally and checking all the fittings were exactly as they should be.  And then we rechecked everything.

From Amel we have the specifications for correct tension for each shroud and with the aid of a newly purchased tension gauge we able to give to do this.

We are delighted Jackster's rigging has been restored to original Amel standard and specification.