One of the joys of retirement. I have more time to do the garden!
To this end, I recently regained control of the upper garden slopes and woodland. Several days were spent bush cutting down the brambles, bracken and overgrowth. some brambles were over an inch in diameter, mega beasties!
found the steps again
The steepness makes it treacherous under foot, particularly an issue when using a bush cutter. but it is done.
Found the wendy house although I suspect it is time for it to be demolished
The hazel bushes have been trimmed and felled in places and devon hedged. However, specialist help in the form of a tree surgeon and his team were required for some of the work. Several trees needed felling in order to open up the garden slope.
Our aim is to return it to bluebell woodland and to create a green corridor linking several gardens with the field further along the hillside.
It has been worth the effort. In the last two weeks fallow deer have returned, pheasants have wandered back down the lower garden, the fox is back and wild garlic is now flourishing as ground cover. All in three weeks. Been worth the effort!
I am feeling guilty about the squirrels though. They are feeling slightly displaced and confused!
In the meantime, as I finish this blog post, it has been snowing for several hours. This is highly unusual in my neck of the woods, given how south and coastal we are. A stiff easterly gale is causing blizzards periodically and the east facing side of trees are lined with snow giving the woodland a very wintery feel.
Today I managed an hour in the garage. Freezing, dressed in thermals with two woolly hats on to help the ear not worsen, I managed to round the top yard and sand it. I then added one coat of varnish. Rather exhausting and so I retreated back to the warmth upstairs. In the meantime cough and ear infection continue unabated. I may have to recourse to a second doctor visit and worse still antibiotics - ugh!
On the plus side, depending on whose viewpoint you follow, the house smells wonderful. Varnishy smells are percolating up from garage below. Her indoors, on the other hand, doesn't quite see it that way!
well having been dragged to the doctor by her indoors, to gain confirmation of a severe ear infection, I have been confined to the house. And this has given me time on my hands, so I've caught up on some reading. On duckworks, I came across this lovely short article by Tim Ingersoll about his navigator. So much of it resonated with me.
A lovely piece of writing, thanks Tim.
I'm not that often unwell. I have a teacher inbuilt immunity, developed over countless years of countless classrooms and teenagers. I've had brushes with some serious illnesses but, touch wood, so far have managed to get there early each time and so been able to take preventative as well as reactive treatments.
But I have to say this week I have been struck down by a virus - you know the one - a throat which feels like you swallowed a chainsaw. A cough which makes you feel like a chainsaw is running amok in your chest and lungs and a headache which feels like some one inserted a drill through one ear and out the other. And no it isn't man flu!
The upshot of this is I havent had more than about 3 hrs sleep each of the last five nights and the only way of getting any sleep is to sit upright on the sofa wedged in by pillows.
Now I share this not to gain sympathy. Her indoors had to look up the meaning of the world when I mentioned it a few days ago; but because, when suffering most, I get the greatest illumination! Like a bolt out of the blue.
I have been fretting for sometime why I cant get Arwen's sails to set properly. It is the design or the cut of them and despite being quite disparaging of myself I do know one or two things about sailing now. So when all of that is eliminated, then what is left?
I must have done something wrong when building her and fitting her out. Nah, can't be. I followed the plans religiously; I triple checked. I then checked another three times after that. I can't be that dim!
And in the middle of a severe hacking coughing fit at 3am it dawned on me - the top yard is 4cm square; not 4cm in diameter! I made it square at the time to save time to get out sailing with the intention of coming back soon after to round the spar off. Only I never did! It should be 4 cm in diameter. Which means there is much to shave off. No wonder it has always been hard to haul it up!!
So, for an hour each day, I have hauled myself down to the garage and through earache, throat ache and cough, I have made the spar gauge, made the securing chocks and shaved the top yard 4cm in diameter. And when I feel better next week I will make a start on the sprit boom as well.
Illumination strikes at the most unusual times! Sadly, having not improved as I'd hope, sanding will have to wait until next week; as will the sprit boom.
I spent a very pleasant afternoon and evening yesterday with some talented, good humoured, enthusiastic and knowledgeable people talking boats, sailing destinations along the SW west coast and other bits and pieces. It was real pleasure and joy to listen to people sharing their boat building and restoration stories along with tales of small boat cruises.
A pub lunch, lovely walk along the river, cuppa in a local café followed by anther pub evening meal and meeting after.
I picked up a number of ideas. Bearing buddies for the trailer was one. A really good informal demonstration and explanation of the navionic chart app for android phones was another. I arrived at the realisation that maybe my white tarp and water pipe cockpit tent may need a slight upgrade (although I don't dinghy cruise often enough to warrant the outlay on something like a duck cotton tent).
Another handy hint, carry a small pot of touch up paint and when there is a scratch or ding, sand it immediately and paint over. Oh how I wished I'd thought of that one so long ago - it would have saved such current anguish over the state of Arwen and the need for this winter refit.
In listening to people and their various stories and experiences it did occur to me that I really don't know enough about sail trimming and rig tuning to get the best out of Arwen. Having sailed for seven years now - I've only averaged around 8 trips a year and most of those are day sails. In terms of sailing hours I guess Arwen and I have amassed something like 400 hrs of sailing since first learning in a laser 1.
I need to contact some navigator sailors, specifically those using the standing lug sail sprit boom yawl configuration. I need specific rig tuning advice and tips.
In the meantime, lots has been achieved: the rudder restoration, new mast supports when trailering boat, a galley box built, a broken cleat replaced, mast fittings tightened and odd shackles replaced, boomkin checked, floor rails on anchor buckets, collapsible sleeping platform built and fitted, mast re-varnished, some hull dents filled, sanded and painted .
So what is outstanding in this refit/refurbishment?
replacing a through coaming fitting which came loose where the furling line runs
installing a bilge pump
repairing a slight crack in the mast foot box
making a cover to go over mast slot in thwart to sop rainwater collecting in it when Arwen is on the drive
repainting cockpit sole with interdeck grey paint, which I may even extend up onto the rear cockpit thwart tops
some trailer maintenance - re-greasing rollers, replacing a missing rear roller side roller, cleaning wheel rims which have rusted over time, re-inflating tyres to correct pressures after resting over winter
moving some hatches from thwart side bulkheads to actual thwart tops
sanding and recoating rubbing strips and gunnel rubbing strake
painting hull interior
new varnish to coaming seat backs
Arwen has been neglected for seven years so I guess its hardly surprising some remedial work needs doing. After all she lives under a tarp on the drive most of her life and I've been remiss in maintaining her. Those odd little jobs that needed doing, well they amassed over time!!
It has been a busy week. On the work bench now finished - clean up of an old seagull outboard; the sleeping platform and mast supports sanded and Danish oiled. I'm about to disappear in to the garage to finish the sort out of Arwen's equipment. I assembled the runners on the anchor buckets last night and reassembled anchor chain and warps, mousing (? - I think that is the right term) all shackles with cable ties.
I've sorted through toolkits and refined them slightly and reduced the number of spares I carry. I have to put in a new cleat when it stops raining, if that ever happens!
Rudder has been repainted and assembled. Mast refurbished, so only spars now to go and in main they just need a few holes filled and sanded, where I have moved hardware about. Outboard needs a quick service and I am thinking of doing that myself if I can find any information on the internet about how to do it.
On a different note, I have been doing lots in the garden over the last week. We have the upper garden on very steep slopes and it is ancient oak woodland. I allowed it to become neglected and overgrown so this week I cleared 2m high 4cm thick brambles and lots of bracken. I felled 16 small, stringy ash saplings to give more light. and did some hedge coppicing with old out of control hazel bushes and trees. The result? Well this morning we woke to discover fallow deer in the upper garden grazing young shoots. It is so nice to have the deer back in the garden after an eight year absence; along with a fox who is starting to stroll through on a more regular basis; as bold as brass he comes down to sit on the veg boxes so he can stare in the kitchen to see what we are up to - cheeky mite!
Found the long lost steps
Fair to say old Wendy house has had it
Hedge felling
Found the old tree house but will be taking it down now and reusing the wood for new raised beds for lavender plants
Thinned out spindly saplings and cleared the brambles.
Ready for chopping in to logs although an old work colleague suggested building a KON TIKI 2
So, some saplings to cut into firewood logs tomorrow; a scheduled rescuing of the cherry tree from ivy and buddleia overgrowth; reducing hedge height and thinning it out between us and neighbour and then the tree surgeon coming back to thin out and lop some of the trees to allow more light back in. Our aim - restoration to full bluebell woodland which is what it was many years ago. It is part of an ancient woodland corridor and nature reserve area so this management will help enormously.
Busy, busy, busy and hopefully some sailing and testing of the new galley box in the next month or so. In the meantime, some more walking on Dartmoor, this time a very pleasant walk with friends up to the ancient Wistman's wood
There was a lovely comment from Seth (thanks Seth) about permanently attaching the straps that keep the lid on to the bottom of the box so that I never misplace or leave them behind somewhere. A great tip much appreciated Seth - thanks.
There is now just a series of three articles to appear on Duckworks magazine about what camera and filming gear I carry on Arwen, how I go about creating a short sailing film and how I am slowly establishing my own YouTube channel. These articles will probably appear in March sometime.
In the meantime, sleeping platform, and mast rests have been Danish oiled and are drying in the garage and I am slowly reassembling what equipment I carry on board her. Although Arwen's hull needs a fresh coat of paint inside and out, I may well slip her back in the water earlier than I intended for some end of winter/beginning of spring sailing and will then take her out again for a paint over Easter/May time when hopefully we will get a few days of sunny dryish weather.
Our last day was spent driving to the north via the
western circumnavigation route GC-200. It is a stunning drive, particularly the
upper north west section which hugs the coastline. Vertical cliffs pounded by
the big Atlantic storm waves. Breath taking.
The road between Mogan and La Aldeade San Nicholas is a Top Gear type of drive.
The road loops and twists and clings to steep mountain sides. Astonishing views
across great valleys and mountain ridges; occasional glimpses down ravines to
the wild Atlantic. Small mountain communities of white washed houses with flat
roofs. There is a point along this road where you transition from the dusty
lava flows and barren landscape of the southern island to one of verdant green
lush vegetation. Hillslopes are covered in a variety of shrubs. Moss grows on
rocky outcrops and rocks glisten from moisture that seeps outwards from the
soil layer. This island is definitely one of two climates. Nowhere is this more
evident that around La Aldea. The hillsides and gently flattening or terraced
spurs of land that extend down from the great mountain ranges are covered with
banana plantations. No ordinary plantations are these for they are covered.
Across hill slopes, hundreds of acres of white, semi translucent plastic
sheeting spread forth as large squares or rectangles; the plastic sheeting
supported on mesh netting strung across large steel frames and thin girders.
The sides of these covered areas are vertical, the shapes square, straight, symmetrical.
Through the odd tear, glimpses of nurseries and fully-grown bananas. It is an
amazing area and well worth the hour drive from Mogan just to view this.
After such a twisty, inspiring but mentally draining
drive, Playa de La Aldea was a welcome relief. Here a small L shaped stone breakwater
protected a small fleet of open inshore fishing boats; a stony beach and a few
cafes. On the beach were wooden platforms for sunbathing. A café was prettily
decorated with painted fish and fishing nets. To one side a huge 12m square
helicopter landing pad marked by a huge white H and a flagpole with a bright red
and white stripped windsock. Behind it, a picnic area beneath dwarf palm trees,
shady and protected from the strong northerly winds. Gran Canaria does
municipal picnic sites really well. They are clean, well-cared for, landscaped.
There are BBQ brick grills and ovens. They are popular and even in the winter
season, there were several small camper vans and vans parked here overnight.
Shooting past Agaete on the GC-2, and old Galdar, we
headed towards one of the principal archaeological sites on Gran Canaria, Cenobio de Valeron.In English it means Valeron’s Monastery. It
is in fact a pre-hispanic collective granary built before Roman times and used
until the conquest of the island by the Spanish in the 15th century.
Over looking the San Felipe ravine with its huge GC2 motorway bridge, the caves
are dug out of soft volcanic tuff and the steep sided slopes and location way
back from the coast made it an easily defensible site. There are some 300
compartments on eight levels and it was, in its own way, quietly impressive.
Each compartment was shut with a door made of wood and then sealed with an ash
mortar to make the compartment weather proof. When they were excavated idols,
paintings, ceramics, human bones and ash were found in some of the
compartments. The views from the caves were impressive and it was a good little
site to visit on the GC 291.
Firgas proved to be a delight. Winding up the GC-350,
past hillside towns of brightly coloured houses, market garden terraces and
banana plantations, the scenery was stunning. We love the local houses,
especially those where owners had allowed many boulders to appear through the
exterior paint. The older houses in the narrower streets had the traditional
arched wooden framed windows opening onto ornate balconies with intricate iron
work.
One of the really attractive features of Firgas is the
one street called Paseo de Canarias. Here you find a 25m long waterfall cascade
bordered by attractive flower beds. Alongside, running up the gradient are
found beautiful porcelain tiled bench seats, one per district on Gran Canaria.
Blues, yellows and whites, the seats incorporate wonderful tiled pictures of
scenery from that particular district. Above each one is its associated
heraldic shield.
Better still, is the street above with a similar
cascade but with relief maps and hand painted tile pictures for each individual
Canary island. It is simple, effective and very appealing. Throw in a lovely
church, town square and small traditional corner bar and Firgas prove a lovely
mid tour stopover, a really pleasant surprise.
The café con Leche was very tasty but nowhere near as
tasty as the warm apple pie with thick caramel sauce and sweet vanilla ice
cream; a small bar with its low ceiling, tiny windows, wooden ceiling beams and
bar tables built on old wine barrels. We sat on wicker chairs out on the
pedestrianised pavement area overlooking the waterfall cascade. Locals chatted
away and through the open heavy oak wood door we studied the traditional bar
interior. Across the road from us, the stylish Church of San Roque and its
garden square. It was built in 1502 on the ruins of what was the first chapel.
Within the square is a statute of one of the town’s saints, San Juan De Ortega.
The views from the northern part of the square across the coastal cliffs and
out to the Atlantic, are stunning. Behind us was the Casa de la Cultura,
formerly a hotel and then a town hall, it now houses the library, an exhibition
room and an events hall.
With a population of around 7000 and founded in 1488,
the town with its views of the northern part of the island and its famed
bottled water industry, was worth a detour.
And one last feature, an unusual statute of a stock man
with a bull. Hidden in a garden between palms, shrubs and bamboo, the statute
of Pedro Aleman Montesdeoca came as a surprise. Moreover, this livestock farmer
is still alive, is a local legend and is in his 90’s. Somewhere in the town is
a museum with a display of all his trophies. I think it’s a rather lovely
story.
Well there is so much on the work bench at the moment. My friend loaned me an old seagull outboard many, many years ago, which I'd forgotten about but found during the garage clearance. Its clean and the fuel was emptied from the tank a long time ago but my friend is going to give a go at restoring it. The piston seems to be moving so it hasn't seized. He's talented and creative so if anyone can restore it, he most certainly can.
Also on the bench the new sleeping platform with its supports that needs varnishing; also in need of varnish two mast support pieces for the rear transom deck. The front one is in the process of being cut on the band saw and sanded as well.
The runners for the two anchor trays have been varnished and need attaching to respective buckets.
All in all that should keep me busy for the next couple of days.
After that, I need to reorganise how I pack things in Arwen - a spring clean and prioritization exercise is due.
In the meantime I have started getting out whenever the weather is amenable to secure some coastal footage which can be incorporated in to this year's video diaries; and then there are a few magazine articles lying on my study desk which need finishing and proof reading before submission. That deadline is looming fast so I need to get a move on!
The GC503, is according to Jose, a very important road.
It is the only one that effectively crosses the land from SW to NE.It may well be a very important road but it
is also exceedingly narrow, exceedingly steep and frankly terrifying in places.
Still there is nothing like an adrenaline rush to tell you that you are indeed,
still alive and kicking.
How they construct these roads which cling to towering
cliffsides over 900m high, I do not know. I always thought Brunel bridge across
the Tamar was a marvel of engineering. I am revising my opinion! It is, but road
GC503 beats it!
Up through rock barren desolate valleys with small
villages and towering lava cliffs either side; up through pine forests which
give some relief because they block the view. Blind corners abound; you develop
a crick in your neck trying to look up and behind you at the same time to see
if anyone is coming down the road above you before you reach that blind double
back bend. The car never comes out of second gear; get a corner wrong and it
stays in first due to the steep gradient on the bend!At one point, following a fleet of seven van
like people carriers, we reached a point in the road where we actually saw all
seven up above us, one per switch back. It was awesome and scary at the same
time. Seven white mini coaches glued to the cliffside.
Our destination was the interior of the island, the
town of Acayata and beyond it Roque Nublo. Our intention to circumnavigate it;
do some bouldering on some of the smaller buttresses. The views from the top
were said to be simply stunning, across the whole island in every direction and
on good clear days across to MT. Teide on neighbouring Tenerife.
We climbed; the Citroen Cactus 1.8 strained. But, it
held the corners. It held corners like glue and we were somewhat thankful we
had opted for the larger vehicle on this occasion, unlike the year before in
Sicily when we opted for a 1.1 Toyota Ayia (very good but positively
outstripped on the mountains of Sicily).
Through mountain villages perched on cliff buttresses,
white washed, red roofed stone houses and narrow streets with the obligatory
simple but stunning church and town square; bright flowers bloomed better the
higher we went; gardens with date palms and eucalyptus trees for shade. The
higher we went, the more smallholdings we saw. On terraces built into the
hillside were ccircular open concrete water tanks, their contents a greenish
hue; their sides stained with the tide marks of previous water levels. Most of
the tanks we saw were only at half capacity, emphasising the drought that seems
to be affecting the island.
The path to Roque Nublo is paved. A sort of crazy, flat
boulder paving for the first 300m and after that it is rough track. Tiny
rivulets flowed down the middle of the paths. Drips fell from pine tree
branches, perfuming the fresh mountain air with their delicate fragrance. Underfoot,
large pinecones littered the floor along with 6” soft pine needles. Deep russet
brown, they gave the whole orange floor a deep orange colour, very stunning
against the vivid fresh green of the needles on the trees.
The views up the path as it ascended steeply would have
been stunning. Between the orangery coloured trunks could be seen glimpses of
valleys 2 or 3 thousand feet below. I say occasionally, for we chose a day when
thick cloud seemed to hang everywhere. Think thick murk that graces Scottish
and welsh hill tops; think fine drizzle mist which permeates everything. Think
howling force 6 winds.And yes, people
really were up there in T shirts, shorts and flipflops. You could spot the
British, German and Scandinavians. Dressed in full walking or mountain gear appropriate
for the conditions. I’d forsaken walking boots for stout walking trainers but
flip flops? Seriously?Adventurous
spirit or foolhardiness? Take your pick!
As the path became rockier, conditions became slippier
underfoot. Everything had a glistening sheen from dampness. At times, trying to
walk the narrow paths with their precipitous drops on one side on slippy
boulders and rocks, required good hand and foot coordination! I’m sure at one
point I was on all fours crawling along but then I had taken a wrong turning
and was skirting a 40m high rock buttress on a path a mere 18” wide.I am always amazed how I haven’t lost my head
for heights on paths and ridges like this, yet I can’t go to the edge of my
hotel balcony without suffering vertigo. Go figure!
The summit of Roque Nublo, is it worth it? Well the
flat pitted rocky plateau at the top was a surprise. Didn’t expect that. The
views, well in clear weather, I suspect they would be really stunning and worth
the trek.
There are several footpath options. I have been
immensely impressed with the network of sign posted trekking routes across the
island. At Roque Nublo – you can take the easy option and park within 2 km of
the summit, but be aware those car parks get immensely crowded. Or you can
follow the road further south and park at more remote car parks and walk the lower
circumnavigating routes which eventually wind their way to the top; steeper but
frankly less crowded and more impressive!