I had run the engine for half an hour previously without a problem. We motored down the Itchen. Felicity and Jocelyn quickly mastered the art of lowering and raising the bowsprit, belaying and coiling ropes, as well as steering the boat. A passing yacht commented that there seemed to be "smoke" coming from the exhaust... anyhow, we raised a sail and reached up the Test. We had the pleasure of seeing ten gaffers sailing towards us as they set off on the race. Behind us Cap Stephens approached: a huge container ship with three tugs. We got out of her way. The race continued down Southampton Water before returning. Cap Stephens did a 180 degree turn right on the finishing line. The racers were seriously impeded. We found our berth on the Marchwood Yacht Club pontoon, making a perfect arrival. It turned out that as a result of the container ship and other large vessels only three of the racers actually crossed the line, and one of those had to retire following a "protest" from the harbourmaster. Before long a good number of gaffers were berthed. We had lunch.
Jocelyn and Felicity (both orienteering experts) cleverly managed to find their way to the Pilgrim Inn for an early evening drink, while the skipper had a rest before doing dinner. After our curry, we sat in the clubhouse with the other gaffers to the background of some shanties and folk songs. A variety of opinions were offered on Toucando's engine: the consensus was that occasional flotsam such as seaweed was reducing the intake of cooling water, and that the "smoke" coming from the exhaust was in fact steam (or water vapour to be more accurate).
The view from Toucando when we got back from the clubhouse: a fine prospect of the container port
In the morning we had a leisurely breakfast. Anything up to a force 8 was forecast, and quite a lot of the gaffers had decided to make an early getaway. We left at a respectable time and went down to Southampton Water where we sailed about with the main and staysail, tacking and gybing, and trying various points of sail. The wind varied between a Force 3 and 6, and there were several sharp showers, keeping us on our toes as we coped with the rapidly changing conditions. Our old friend Cap Stephens headed back out to sea, and a few car transporters moved about, as well as the usual ferries and large number sof yachts, dinghies, and motor boats. When required the engine was fine, which may or may not prove the theory. We got back to Toucando's berth in time for a late lunch.Thanks to Jocelyn and Felicity for all their help and their quick mastery of the principal halyards, purchases, sheets and stays required to control Toucando.
