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Boat Building - Part III. Restoration Course

The course started with an introduction to tools and basic skill with wood. I have to confess that it was the first time I ever held a saw, so you can imagine how elaborate my work was with the chisel and the plane. Here is the boat that we set to work on. We covered in a greater or lesser detail different techniques like jointing woods, fairing, fastening and glueing, riveting, steaming and fitting timbers, machining, spiling, caulking, and spar making.

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The hands on experience on that boat came from:

  1. Replacing timber frames by steaming-fitting-riveting. You have photographs taken before and after in the table below.
  2. Partially replacing the shoulder of a frame which added the complexity of scarfing with precision to a feather the timber (see photo below).
  3. Replacing the top starboard plank, from selecting the plank, choosing the cut, machining it, and then making the joints, fairing and spiling it to achieve the desired shape.
  4. Replace a triangular bow piece from an oak timber, that required finer spiling and had some devilish bevels.

Here are some photographs, the first one shows the second floor were the course was imparted, with my handy first work, a feather edge scarf.

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Finally, here is a photograph of the short course students and the teacher, bearded and highly knowledgeable, Matthew Law.

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In retrospect I have to underline that working with wooden boats is a rewarding experience. Working the timber with your hands engages your brain in a flow of its own, where the necessary concentration does not interfere with how you feel and sense the wood. Working with boats is a pleasure in itself that complements the rhythm of the physical effort, as the fairness of lines and the beauty of the underlying design gives proud-full meaning to a job well done. Summarizing, the Wooden Boat Restoration course was an experience that I highly recommend to anybody interested in the trade, or just curious and willing to learn about classic boats and the people who take care of them.

Boat Building - Part II. The Academy

The Boat Building Academy sits in one end of town, next to the harbor and cobb. It offers a 10 month course on Boat Building that covers from the traditional wooden boat to modern GRP techniques. Half of the students will afterwards start their own boat building company, and the range of ages is very broad, from the young apprentice starting a profession, to older people changing careers, or even retired folk looking to acquire the skills to build and maintain their dream boat. Here are some examples from a past course: Student Profiles

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There were 16 students enrolled in this long course, working in pairs in 8 boats, from the ground up, from lofting to spar making. Their work occupies the ground floor of the building. Here are some photographs of their work in progress. We hope to visit the Academy again in May when most boats will be finished.

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It was a pleasure to talk to students about their boat projects and future plans. Students and teachers alike, although each one comes from a different background (engineer, sportsman, boat builders, young professionals, etc), they all share a binding passion for their work. The atmosphere is one of concentration and total dedication.

Boat Building - Part I. Lyme Regis

We have spent the past week (January 13th to 20th) in Lyme Regis, Dorset - UK, to assist to a Wooden Boat Restoration week-long course in the Boat Building Academy. Here is a great link to the town’s webpage: Link. All this was possible thanks to very cheap tickets from Madrid to Bournemouth (Ryanair), a bit of patience with the commute by bus and train.

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Lyme Regis, like the many small towns that sprout the Cornwall/Devon/Dorset coasts, is a favorite summer destination, with a long beach, a broad offer of B&B and inns, and a lively population conscious of its touristic importance.

Popularly known as ‘The Jurassic Coast’, one of the most beautiful and impressive stretches of England’s shore, much of the coastline is designated a ‘World Heritage Site’. Because of cliff erosion, Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous rock strata are clearly visible in the cliff-face. It is said that a walk along the coast is an almost unbroken journey through 185 million years of geological time. Fossils, washed out of the cliff, lie on the beaches waiting to be found.

We visited the recently restored Town Mill, and we were lucky enough to get a guided visit by the manager & miller. Photo 1 and Photo 2.

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Lyme Regis is also well-known for “The Cobb”, a harbour wall full of character and history. It is an important feature in Jane Austen’s novel Persuasion (1818), and in the film The French Lieutenant’s Woman, based on the 1969 novel by local writer John Fowles and set around Lyme. In this photograph, Paul walks on Jane’s steps and enjoys the sunset.

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We stayed at The Cobb Arms, a nice little pub next to the cobb that serves an excellent Palmers Ale, locally produced. It has three bedrooms in its first floor that it operates as a bed and breakfast, and a full-fledge kitchen that serves an impressive English Breakfast every morning with harsh-brown, eggs, sausages, toasts, beans, tomatoes and mushrooms.

More photos we took available at Flickr @ Link

Picos de Europa

It has been 3 months since the last time we went sailing with Petronio. It feels like forever. [Long low sigh]

After many tiresome weeks working in the capital, we have decided to escape this grey world of Madrid, change the blue sea-view of Baiona for a greenish mountainous setting, and spend the weekend at the Picos de Europa (Peaks of Europe National Park map and review).

Manolo and Elena came with us. Elena, always optimistic and gung-ho. Manolo, whose presence guarantees a minimum of Force 6 winds - he is cursed that way - to makes us feel at home, mentally reefing amidst shaken trees.

We arrived at the scene with a cold front that left us soaked. Nevertheless, the gods were generous and the weather in Saturday softened enough for us to take a hike. I specially recommend the Bear’s Hotel in Potes. A great location, a comfortable lair, and a better place to eat Cocido Lebaniego, all of it wrapped in perfect and attentive service. You better make reservations in advance because it tends to be packed.

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We took a funicular all the way up to the top of Europe’s Peaks, and walked down 16 miles to the Hotel: from the frosty lunar landscape at the top, to the hilly forests down the way. Paul, as usual, arrived the first, an hour ahead of us!

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Sunday, on the way back we stopped at the small town of ‘Cervera de Pisuerga’, to visit a meat-shop known to a selected few where my parents had ordered 15 pounds of T-bones, 5 pounds of steaks, plus home made chorizos and rice sausages. All set to freeze and distribute to the whole family.

Arcadia’s Adventure

Although I was not present and Petronio was not involved, I have to post this adventure from Arcadia due to the fun exercise of imaging such tribulations. Her skipper, Manolo, later filled me in the details that, as I have been told to, here I present to you:

Yesterday evening I received a phone call, it was Manolo calling from the event-horizon of a screeching storm: Arcadia’s gas tank emptied just when he needed it most, when the seas had become so hard on the boat as to make her over-canvassed with just two reefs on the mainsail.

He was still some miles away from safe haven on the returning trip from SanXenxo to Baiona, and now he found himself trapped between the Cies Islands and the leeward rocks of Monte do Ferro (Iron Mountain). Danger at stone’s throw everywhere he turned to.

The most pressing needs were those of the crew: his sister, brother in-law, and two young nephews. Fastened to the boat with an improvised lifeline, cold wet and seasick, unable to talk over the piercing noise of the stays, they were crumpled together in the depths of the cockpit, white and fluttering like sails upwind. The pleasant motoring journey that Manolo had promised them, had turned into a ride through Dante’s Laundromat.

Before I go overboard describing this perfect storm I should say that Manolo wanted me to call the marina in advance, so a boat was ready to tug them as they approached the docks.

An image taken moments before Manolo reached for his cellphone

Close up: The crew nervously looks up to Manolo for reassurance, unbeknown to them what a good actor he is!
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One hour later they were found boasting about their adventure snugged by the walls of the Nautic Club of Baiona, warmed up with dry martinis. The only tell-tale of their close encounter with the fathomless were the involuntary nervous laughters, the momentarily twitching of an eye.

I know I have exaggerated a bit, the geography is grossly inaccurate and the conditions were probably balmy, but if we cannot have fun writing, then what are log-books for?

Overnight at SanXenxo




We took Monday and Tuesday as a weekend, and sailed to Sanxenxo for one night. Nothing eventful to report about the sailing, apart from the fact that if we had relaxed a bit more … we would have fallen asleep.

Sanxenxo’s marina was busy and full with big motor boats. If you are someone in Galicia then you have your boat here, where everybody can see that your success is measured in feet of LOA. Petronio did a good job since the bowsprit added 6 extra feet to our ego. On the other hand, this bowsprit thing, even worse when raised at dock, would have inspired Freud to write a volume or two.

The marina was a bit of a let down, great infrastructure but no hot water for a shower, the marina crew nowhere to be found or just curt, you need to jump walls to get in and out of the docks, …, pretty much the worst I have seen in terms of service. I suppose that being the most famous sailing spot in the Rias Baixas and the place to ‘be seen at’, allows it to cherry-pick customers at whim.

The village was busting with energy, tourists crowding the bars, restaurants and beaches. Fun, fun, fun. The following are photos we took. The dark one shows Petronio side by side with Arcadia, Manolo’s boat, who came to Sanxenxo to spend a couple of sailing days with his parents.

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Do monsters exist?

A British research team has observed some of the biggest sea swells ever measured. A whole series of giant waves hammered into their ship, the RRS Discovery, that were so big that they shouldn’t even exist, according to computer models used to set safety standards for ships and oil rigs.

TankerWorld: Link to Article

Classic article with photos in the European Space Agency website.

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