Arwen's meanderings

Hi everyone and welcome to my dinghy cruising blog about my John Welsford designed 'navigator' named Arwen. Built over three years, Arwen was launched in August 2007. She is a standing lug yawl 14' 6" in length. This blog records our dinghy cruising voyages together around the coastal waters of SW England between 2009 and 2025.
Arwen has an associated YouTube channel so visit www.YouTube.com/c/plymouthwelshboy to find our most recent cruises and click subscribe.
Although 'Arwen' has now been sold to another family and is sailing in new water, this blog will remain a source of inspiration and information for those interested in dinghy cruising and sailing the local waters around Plymouth Sound. So, continue to drop us a comment or ask a question and happy sailing and fair winds to you. Steve and Arwen
Steve and Arwen

Sunday, 11 September 2016

Sicilian diary extracts................

“The rolling limestone hills are parched. Grass is a wispy, shriveled dried up golden brown, the dominant colour. On every hillside are small tumbled down stone barns, walls cracked, stones fallen, roofs sagging. In places prickly pear cacti dominate the rocky alcoves below the limestone scar outcrops. It is stunning countryside”.



“We've seen plenty of small residential side roads, gravel tracks, pot holed lanes to nowhere. The satnav has hissy fits and deliberately takes us into un-drivable areas. The poor car rattles, rolls, it's wheels get locked in grooves causing it to track its own way. What I would give for my 4 x 4 at home”!

“Today I have used five public toilets on our travels and it has cost me €3 in payment to enter the toilets. Middle aged men sit outside them on chairs and get quite agitated if you fail to proffer at least 50 cents on your entry or exit. I'm sensing most are privately owned so maybe they are getting some small income from them? I can't quite decide whether to feel indignation at having to pay to pee or admiration for the entrepreneurial spirit shown”.


“We sat on a wall under an ancient olive tree, it's canopy providing welcome relief from the searing afternoon sun and ate cheese topped bread rolls and freshly picked oranges in the gentle breeze. Leaves above fluttered and whispered their song to us and cicada serenaded us with their distinctive chirrups from within the Mediterranean scrub. We giggled at our adventures in Piazza Armerina, plotted our next route for the afternoon and slowly relaxed and unwound. And as I glanced at her indoors sunning her legs and peeling her orange with precision, I remembered why I am the luckiest man on the planet”. 


"So much viticulture. It extends across rolling gentle valley slopes, even clinging to vertiginous mountainsides. The vines are trained across wires; each plant lovingly encouraged to stretch its limbs sideways from its main stalk. Where it is done extensively, the rows of vines are covered with thin, almost transparent mesh netting, tied off at the edges in large knots and pulled by cord downwards to stakes in the ground. Such practices give some hillsides a turquoise shimmering appearance from a distance. It was quite disconcerting first seeing a translucent shimmering 'sea' on a hillside! Below these large netted areas which cover several hectares are crumbly light brown, almost white soils, well drained and arranged in neat, measured low furrows. Surprisingly, underneath is quite light and bright allowing the vital sunlight to reach the green leaves thus allowing that most astonishing of processes to occur, photosynthesis". 





Winter jobs on Arwen

Tasks for winter
Painting Arwen
Varnishing woodwork
Minor repairs to sail batten pockets where stitching has become frayed or loose
Making a new sleeping platform
Repositioning some cockpit cleats
Building a galley box that fits nicely in the port forward cockpit well
Altering the snotter so that the rope runs down through the deck, around a small box and back along the side of the centre case to aft cockpit, thus allowing control of it from cockpit.
Trimming reefing lines because they are too long
Installing another set of deck eyes on the  coaming further forward to take another length of plastic pipe to help stretch out the tent tarpaulin when erected
Repairing rear trailer roller
Putting foam mat collars on the rigid upper boat rollers to stop them chipping paint off on some Chines
Repairing slight tear in tarpaulin tent
Putting on the mast small thin halyard on small blocks for attaching and hauling up mast anchor light and ball
Replacing one or two jam cleat blocks which have seen better days
Replacing deck eye on tiller helm impeder to make rope flow better through it
Altering clew mainsail attachment to the sprit boom. Going back to how it was originally which was attached with a large carabiner clip at very aft end.
Altering length of winch strap on trailer. It doesn't run all the way to end of trailer which is irritating
Running two bow lines from the stem head area, one down each side deck, outside the shrouds, back to the aft cockpit
Buying a 12' gardening cane and marking it off in one foot intervals........a sounding cane for creek crawling next season
Making up a simple lead line on an old crabbing line winder

Saturday, 10 September 2016

another navigator launched and reflected upon

http://johnsnavigatorbuild.blogspot.co.uk/

Congratulations, what a lovely boat. Another navigator is launched.

Italian drivers.................a post from Sicily

Italian drivers.
They come to within a foot of your rear bumper.
They overtake on blind corners.
They come around hairpin bends on your side of the road....sorry how stupid of me......sides of the roads don't seem to exist in rural Sicily – any side of the road is your side by divine right!!!

They park cars in spaces too small so that the rear end of the car sticks out into the roadway causing traffic chaos.

Then there are the ‘no road markings’ at stop signs and these signs seem superfluous anyway since Italian drivers just pull out in front of you ignoring the command. 

They drive with panache, bravado, arrogance and what must be a certain knowledge that God is on their side at all times.


 I am learning to show no fear, not to flinch and never to give territory. I particularly love the junctions where several roads converge, each with its own stop sign. Have you ever seen the Horse Guards doing demonstration marches and performances in the UK at military tattoos? You know! Where they all simultaneously canter into a centre point in rows from different directions and seemingly emerge on course out of the middle melee? Well, think that at 40mph in cars, lorries and scooters, totally disorganized with vehicles on your inside, outside, up your rear and at right angles to your bonnet. Some even come head on at you daring you to play 'chicken'. 

So far I have lost every time. I spend much of the day humming the tune 'self-preservation society' from that fantastic original film 'The Italian Job'! It gets me through the 'interesting' moments! 

Making Arwen pretty and respectable again.....

At the end of a sailing season, which this year has finished somewhat prematurely due to an elbow fracture last week, my thoughts turn to maintenance and repositioning of things based on the experiences of this passing sailing season.

How I paint the dings, sand and revarnished woodwork etc outside during the winter months exercises some thought. I am wondering if I need to find the corner of a yard somewhere under cover and strip out everything in Arwen and then fill dents, sand and then repaint her so she is ready for spring?
I perhaps need to investigate local boat building yards and see what space they have and how much they would charge.

Alternatively, I wait for spring. Over a weekend, with her on the trailer on the road outside, I could sand the interior varnish woodwork and get that done and then on another warm weekend, do the interior cockpit paintwork and re-coat that.

Would I need to sand back to wood? Or sand back lightly to give new purchase to new topcoats? I really have no idea so if anyone knows about these things, advice as always, would be most welcome.

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

groundhog day............sort of................

A groundhog moment……frustrating, soul destroying, bringing out a short but vicious stream of invective from within; words I didn’t know I actually knew. As quickly as the embarrassing shameful outburst occurred, it was over and apologies proffered. Not that we were going anywhere, for we were resoundingly wedged. Couldn’t move forward, couldn’t reverse backwards. Stuck!

Moral of the day? Don't rely on the Satnav and get the very, very, best detailed map you can find. Welcome to the wonderful but terribly confusing medieval streets of Piazza Armerina in central highland Sicily.


With no disrespect to the place, we hadn’t intended on visiting its central piazza or getting lost in its myriad of narrow cobbled streets; we certainly didn’t intend on escaping from said confusion only to find ourselves re-routed back into the very streets we had escaped, not once, but twice more! Truth be known, we lost just over an hour driving a 2 km course – three times! A sinister ‘groundhog day’ experience.


On the second occasion down the 'barely a car width' street, enclosed by tall old medieval terraced housing, we had worked out the need to pull in the wing mirrors giving us an inch grace either side. We had learned by the third time not to flinch or give an inch to oncoming small vegetable selling open backed, flat-bed, fiat vans either!

I have no idea how the car changed gears on the second and third tour, given I felt I had already stripped the clutch reversing back up said medieval narrow streets on the first encounter! Residents must have been laughing themselves silly taking bets on which nationality these idiot tourists were........clearly British -  we kept persisting!

With fairness, once we had managed to find the correct turning out of the square, the town’s medieval splendour unfolded before us but by then we were rather ungraciously non-accepting of this splendid treat!  Our primary destination had been the Roman Villa and the stunning mosaics. We had left ever so early our hotel in Ragusa Ibla some 140 km back south to ensure that we got there before crowds developed, for this is a stunning UNESCO world heritage site. 

Getting caught up in nearby Piazza Amerina, well, it was frustrating to say the least..................




Villa del Romana La Casale is set in what would have been a verdant green, peaceful idyllic valley, surrounded by high hills with a small river running below it in roman times. 
There are insufficient superlatives to describe this place, if like me you are into Roman history. If you aren't well it's just some walls and mosaics! 



But believe me it is worth a visit because when you transport yourself back in time and picture what it must have been like, stunning does not do it justice. This beats what I have seen in Pompeii in sheer grandeur and scale. 


The Basilicata alone where the Dominus received his guests was huge with a large dome at one end and a throne on which he would have sat. The floor was entirely marble slab mosaics so intricately cut. The walls were marble from floor to half way up and then lavishly painted murals. It would have struck visitors with awe, wonder, fear, surprise, delight and certainly announced the wealth and patronage of the host. 





62 rooms, 4100 square metres, 120 million small mosaic tesserae, taking a team of North African craftsmen an estimated 21,000 hours, based on an average mosaic worker taking six days to complete one square metre of flooring.
This was the dwelling of the refined upper class, grown rich from agricultural produce across a twenty thousand hectare estate. The statistics are truly eye watering.

This was once a covered water garden. Central fountains sprayed water delicately over the sides of the courtyard. The water garden marble floor is gently sloping. On it were large tubs containing water loving plants. A low wall around the perimeter created a submerged water garden effect that would have cooled the interior of the this large villa. This was the first thing greeting visitors to this palace. 

On all sides of the enclosed water garden, corridors lined with hunting mosaics. The low wall separating garden from corridors, marble lined. 



The villa's exact origins are open to debate. Some scholars claim it originates between 4th and 5th century AD and belonged to the Roman Senator Rufio Albio, Consul in 335AD. Other scholars see it differently, dating from between the 3rd and 4th century AD and it being the imperial residence of Emperor Maximian Herculius who came here for his game hunting and partying. Now a little known fact I feel but as a very part time stand in history teacher whose favourite topic is the 'Romans', I believe duty bound to share with you, is that he was one of two Caesars, part of the concept of Tetrarchy, a new form of government in which one Caesar ruled the western empire, whilst the other one ruled the eastern empire. Jointly they would have ruled the entire Roman Empire at that time and to coin a well known phrase from British TV ‘Not a lot of people know that!’

Off the central enclosed water garden courtyard a ring of guest rooms, each with lavish wall murals (few have survived) and intricate mosaic floors


Each mosaic had some form of symbolism, showing of the seasons, aspects of the natural world, all based on estate lands 

A Guest room portraying hunting, food gathering and preparation on the estate


The world famous 'bikini girls'
women athletes who performed sporting games for the entertainment of visitors to the villa


Interestingly this mosiac was placed over the top of another more earlier geometric designed floor 



Interior small fountains to bring cool, refreshing moist air to the interior during the hot Sicilian summer months 

Children jockeys, turkey racing!

Occasional glimpses of what survives of the wall murals. In its time this must have been an extraordinary site 


The master's bedroom - his bed was in the small alcove to the rear; the front portion would have been resting, living space for reflection, private entertaining............

I guess its central mosaic design says it all really!

Needless to say, it was the best €10 per person I have spent in a long time! Below are some of the stunning mosaics uncovered and restored. Such a record of how life was like for the wealthy patricians of Roman Society. Enjoy the remaining mosaic images from the forty foot long corridor at the rear of the villa between guest quarters, Basilicata and family rooms..............................

Historians believe this depicts some of the family who owned this villa




Hunting scenes from estate life 


scenes from the corridor showing life, roman trade and empire 





Historians believe that this is the dominus, the original owner of the villa


The roman empire spread across the Mediterranean. Trade was extensive, even with people from the far east




If you do some detective work with the images, you will be surprised how much you find out about life in the roman empire....maybe some things you didn't know before!!

Have fun!




Some days.....

it just never goes according to plan. Guess who has fractured his elbow? So sailing will have to wait for several weeks. Very frustrating and painful!
Ugh! 

Wednesday, 31 August 2016