Colmer's Hill

We pass several hills driving from Chideock to Bridport, none more distinctive than Colmer's Hill, rising steeply to the summit with nine trees at the top, making it look very inviting.
John and I were very pleased to reach the top on Thursday.

We started in the village of Symondsbury. At the right hand bend before the church, the no through road ahead is only closed for traffic, but open to pedestrians.   The track leads to North Chideock, and is called Hells Lane.

I learnt from a TV program recently that this is a Holloway, and ancient track used by Cattle drovers, and the sandstone is worn down by use over the centuries, so that the path is flanked on both sides by sandstone walls.  At one section the walls must have been twenty foot or so on either side.  It was very beautiful.  We walked half way to North Chideock before we turned back across the fields to where there was a very clear footpath leading to the summit.

The view from the top was impressive.  We counted all nine trees, including one that was cut short at the first branch, and noticed that quite a few saplings had been planted round the summit, so that the hill may look very different in a few years time.

   We picked out Eype Mouth, which cuts through the hills between us and the sea, and Sloes Hill, just the other side of Symondsbury, and Allington Hill, on the edge of Bridport. Looking North we picked out Park Copse and Henwood Copse, but the hills were not so easy to identify.  It was all very beautiful.

We came down on the South side of the hill and across the field back to the lane where we started.  It was not very clear where to leave the field, but when we found the gate we read the notice which explained the path was a permissive path, and would be closed for ten days each year.

Earlier in the week, we visited the pottery at Symondsbury, and bought a mug that had a depiction of the hill as decoration.

Week at Glenridding

Now that I have a combi trailer I can sail on different lakes, and my first journey was to Glenridding, where I learnt to sail last summer.
Pete & I had already fitted the launching trolley onto the road trailer, and the main task was to take down the mast, a job probably made easier by the branches of the trees, which meant the mast was supported to some extent at the top.  I would have got some help from a water board employee who arrived to check the water levels, but I found I had to disconnect the kicking strap from the boom, and did not like to keep him waiting.
The next task was a journey to Kendal to buy an extension for the tow board electrics, as my 12ft cable was not adequate for the 15ft boat. Having found the retail park at the South, the people at Homebase were able to point me to the one in the north, where Halfords is on the road leading to Shap.  Back at Killington I had to pull the boat with the car, as one of the road trolley wheels seemed reluctant to move from its rut in the gravel which covers the surface of the berth area.
The journey via Penrith and down the west side of Ullswater took an hour. I travelled at 60 on the motorway, and overtook just two vehicles, an old VW camper van and one truck just before Penrith.  It all went smoothly although I did find when I arrived that the bolt keeping the two trolleys together was partially undone and sticking out at an angle.
I managed to set up the mast OK, but did put a dent in the corner of the car roof as I lost control at one stage. I asked for help getting the launching trolley off the road trolley.  It was then time to set  off to rejoin Ann for the evening, so no sailing on Monday.
Tuesday was nice sailing, a fairly happy force 2, and nice sailing from about 11.00 till about 2.30pm.
On Wednesday & Thursday I was joined by Wendy. Wendy tried the helm on Wednesday but the gusts and variable wind direction were a bit much. At one stage we followed another Wayfarer, and were puzzled by their change of direction, but when we got to where we were we did just the same.  We followed them on a course turning 270 degrees, while sailing close hauled on a starboard tack the whole time. Such are the variable winds from the valleys round Ullswater.
Wendy was at the helm the whole three hours on Thursday, and took to it very well. The main problem that day was two episodes sitting in areas of the lake where the wind had dropped altogether, but they were not long lasting.  We raced against a Seafly at one point, very close around Norfolk Island, and then we won getting to the one near the sailing centre. It was actually very difficult. A starboard tack took you to the shore opposite the sailing centre, as the wind came from the south, and a port tack took you back down the lake as you caught the wind coming down from Glenridding valley. Without the challenge of the race we would probably have stayed out nearer Norfolk Island.
Friday did not look particularly inviting weather, but Pete said it was a good wind, steady and not very gusty. Ellie arrived at about 11.00 and soon we were out on the water not noticing whether it was raining or not. We each had a share of helming in force 2-3 winds, and we sailed close to one of the Hawk 20, the one with a cabin.  Then the wind stiffened to a force 4, and it was quite fun. It was quite noticeable that the balance of the two sails was well behind the pivot point, and that I had to pull the tiller quite hard in the strong winds to stop the boat turning to windward.  We raced around with very little other craft to be mindful of.
We could have done with tightening the kicking strap in the stronger winds, but we had another problem caused by the strong winds, which was the goose-neck, very happily lashed to the mast in a force 2 or 3, started to work loose and we then found that the boom was no longer attached to the mast.  Ellie was helming at the time, so we swapped around and sailed away from the island, and Ellie did a passable job at tying it back.  It held fairly OK as we made are way back to the sailing centre and we brought our exciting session to a safe close.
Later they fished out a goose-neck that had brackets to clasp onto the mast, so we made a swap and I am looking forward to trying out the new one soon.

Drawing

Ann said before the start of the holidays that she wanted to draw a picture each day of the holidays. I am not sure she has managed it, but I joined her on the table this afternoon and this was the result.

Combi-Trailer

I had a great afternoon yesterday sailing the Wayfarer single handed in a force 3 wind at Killington. The boat zipped along very nicely, and I had no idea that 2 hours had passed when I came into to sort the problem with the goose-neck.
I went up simply to swap the boat from the original trailer onto a second hand combi trailer I had bought. Pete Lawson was teaching a level 2 safety boat course, so it was quite comforting to know that there was a safety boat on hand. They were the only other people there when I arrived, although a couple arrived after me and took out their Enterprise later on.
When Pete had finished teaching, he showed me how to attach the launching trolley to a tow bar, which makes it easier to get up the ramp, and how to load the launching trolley on the road trailer. I may leave it off the road trailer most of the time, as it was a little awkward.
We also ran through the procedure for taking the mast down. 1. Make the boat level, 2. undo the side shrouds, 3. undo forestay keeping it tight until you can get in and hold the mast, 4. secure the stays to the mast with tape, 5. lift the mast and place it on the ground, 6. hold it vertical against the side of the boat as you get out, 7. hold the bottom in place with a foot as you lower it to horizontal. It is easier with two people at 3 5 6 & 7.

Dragon Tattoo

This is a cracking book and a good read.  I have not seen the film, but enjoyed the book very much.  It is the first of the Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson.
The central story concerns a teenage girl who disappeared half a generation ago.  Her uncle is convinced she was murdered by one of the family, who is continuing to taunt him by sending a pressed flower on her birthday each year.

Mikael Blomkvist is engaged to re-investigate the mystery while ostensibly working on a chronicle of the family history.  His story, and that of the Lisbeth Salander, the girl with the dragon tattoo are wrapped around the central story, as they agree to work together on the investigation.
For the first half of the book their stories are quite separate. Mikael runs a financial journal, called Millennium, which gives the trilogy its name, and faces a prison sentence when he is unable to defend the magazine against a libel claim.  Lisbeth's story is all the more shocking, and all the more so due the the juxtaposition of the two stories in the text at certain points.
There are some gruesome crimes in the book.  They are grim, but the presentation is not unnecessarily gory. Similarly, there are sex scenes, but the telling is not salacious. They are just part of the story.
It is a satisfying story, with no obvious loose ends, but clearly some threads that get picked up in the following books. Whether you go on to read the other two or not, this is an enjoyable book.

Wild Sailing

The wind was quite wild last weekend.

On Saturday I sailed the RS Feva at Killington. I stayed close to the clubhouse sailing on a beam reach across from one side of the lake to the other. It was quite fun. It was a little difficult getting it to turn and a few times I was blown back onto the tack I was just turning from.  I got the hang of tightening the main sale and being quick to tighten the jib after turning.  

After about an hour I capsized, my first time in the Feva. It came up OK, but then it went over straight away.  The second time I got on OK but capsized again quite soon afterwards. This time it did a total inversion and I was getting quite tired. After a bit I was sat on top of the upturned boat again, resting to get my breath back, and thinking that the vague thought that it might be foolhardy to take a boat out when no-one else was around that I had before I started was beginning to feel a bit more real. I began to wonder which bank I would end up drifting onto.

Once I got my breath back I got the boat upright again, but did not have the energy to clamber back onto it.  I held onto the side while it sailed to the side, just downwind from the clubhouse. I was very glad to be able to pack up the sails and walk the boat back to the jetty.

Some one else did arrive as I was walking the boat back, and after I had got changed and had some lunch and was about to leave, a couple arrived to go windsurfing.   Windsurfers like the strong winds.

When I arrived at Killington on the Sunday, the only people there were just taking some boats away, so I drove on up to Glenridding. Pooley Bridge was in bright sunshine, and the middle section of Ullswater looked very windy. I arrived at Glenridding just as some folk were leaving after a great time on the Laser Stratos, that ended with needing to be rescued, and Pete said to leave it for five minutes to see what the wind was going to do next. 

I went out on a Topper Topaz, and it was great fun. I was going across from one side of the lake to the other on a beam reach, and it did not take long to get from one side to the other.

The sheet tended to get caught in the cleat without really trying, which concerned me a bit, and like the day before I found it was difficult to turn all the way through a tack. I ended up in irons a few times, but it turned easily enough by lifting the dagger board. After a while I started sailing closer to the wind on the starboard tack, and nearer a broad reach on the port tack. I expected the broad reach to seem quieter but the boat seemed to be zipping along at great speed. It was certainly lots of fun.

I capsized after a short while, as I kind of expected to when I opted not to reef the sail. Then after about 45 minutes I capsized again.  I recall this well, it was just on coming out of irons again.  This time the boat capsized immediately after I righted it, and then again shortly after I had climbed back on.  The lads in the safety boat explained that I had the sheet in the cleat, and they waited nearby to see if I could resolve it.

I did try again, but this time I was getting quite tired, and I was very glad they were nearby as my last attempt failed and I found the boat drifting away from me.

Later Steve showed me how to remove the sheet from the hook near the cleat altogether, which I will remember for next time.  He also explained how to lift the sail briefly out of the water repeatedly until the wind is coming from behind you, before bringing the boat upright.  Righting a capsized boat, so easy in a force 2 wind, does seem to be more challenging in a force 4, and not one that I can say I have mastered yet.

It was great to be rescued, get changed, and enjoy a nice lunch in the sunshine looking over the lake.

Some folk were taking a catamaran out, and that was certainly displaying a very impressive turn of speed. 

Killington & Windermere

Last Saturday was very windy, force 3-4 with stronger gusts.  So I went out in an RS Feva, one of the club craft at Killington, rather than risk capsizing the Wayfarer, which is easy enough to recover, but a pain to empty of water afterwards.  I nearly went in the Pico, as there were two lads preparing to take the Feva out, but in the time it took me to get changed, they had launched, capsized, floundered, been recovered, and were packing up.  They were just about to take it back to the berth when I asked them to leave it there for me.
It was a while before I got out on the water, as I wanted to have the mainsail only, and there was no forestay, and it was only the jib acting as the third stay.   Thanks got to Miles and Paul for sorting this out for me. Killington is indeed a very friendly and supportive sailing club.
Pete was there as well, but he was OOD (Officer of the day) for a series of Miracle Dinghy races.  Miracles are a little like Mirrors, but bigger, and they seem to have most of the advantages of a Wayfarer, except for cruising, where there was less storage space, but lighter and with transom flaps, making for easier emptying after a capsize.  All of them were timber, or at least timber decked, but I am told there are GRP ones as well.  There were a couple of boats still on trolleys in the car park, as the owners had looked at the wind conditions and decided not to go out in them.  During the day I met Ian & Geraldine for the first time, Ian is the membership secretary, and Lydia another committee member (I think) who was helping Pete.  I missed being sociable when the racers were having their lunch break, as I had only just got out on the water by then
The sailing was great.  The wind had probably dropped a little, but it was still quite strong and very gusty, providing quite a bit of excitement. For all the Feva feels more tippy than the wayfarer, it felt very secure in the gusts, with time to sheet out or turn to the wind to control the heeling, with no sense of being out of control.  I have yet to discover how easy it is to right a capsize.  What I did struggle with twice was being late straightening the boat after a turn, and continue to pivot round. I certainly got knocked on the head at one stage after going about, when it continued turning and the boat jibed.
After lunch the wind eased and I went out with the Jib as well.  More thanks to Miles and Paul again. Altogether a great day.

Sunday was much more relaxed, and Rod who had sailed with me in May joined me again. When we got to Killington, it was a pleasant surprise to see Dave waiting for me, as I had not been on facebook on Saturday to see his message. We decided to go to Bowness, to sail in his Wildfire on Windermere, which was a very different experience.  Windermere is a beautiful lake, and was at its best in the bright sunshine we enjoyed on Sunday.
The boat took a bit of time to set up, and when the mainsail would not reach the top of the mast we decided to put a reef in rather than spend further time trying to right the problem.  Dave kindly let me helm to start with, and we made our way upwind to the South getting past Storrs Hotel before turning back, and then eating our lunch while sailing downwind.

The Windfire has a good turn of speed, which was especially evident every time we got some slightly stronger wind, and even with the reef in we kept up credibly well with the handful of yaughts that were out and about and under sail.  Rod, who was sat at the front, did find that the water was splashing over the bows when the wind grew stronger and we were sailing upwind.
One feature of the Wildfire is that it would be very easy to sail single handed. The jib sheets run along way back, and are in easy reach of the helm.  Dave did a much better job of keeping out of my way than I managed to do when he took over the helm, and after a while I joined Rod sitting in the front.
By Sunday afternoon we were by no means the only dinghy on the water as we seemed to be in the morning.  There was a whole fleet of dinghies from nearby club out enjoying Windermere at its best. What a great way to enjoy a beautiful Sunday afternoon.  Thanks Dave, for a great day.

Super-sing

Yesterday afternoon we went to the Super-sing concert at the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall.
We had gone to hear two choirs brought together by the super-sing series. One classic choir and one Jazz choir each sang about four pieces that they had rehearsed during Thursday evenings during the previous six weeks.
Before the interval the orchestra played some Aaron Copeland and three movements from the planets.  It was a large orchestra, comprising probably three quarters from the philharmonic orchestra and one quarter amateurs who wanted to give it a go. They had only come together as an orchestra that morning, but whether this was preceded by six smaller rehearsals I do not know.  The friends we had come to hear were in the Jazz choir.
The audience was probably made up exclusively of family and friends of the performers, and the hall was comfortably full, but not packed.
The singing was a lot of fun.  We were invited to join the classic choir in their warm up exercises, and then treated to very good performances of Verdi and Vivaldi. There were probably about one hundred in each choir.
The Jazz was accompanied by piano drums and double base, each of which had solo spots on occasions, and were very good.  Some of songs has solo part sung by the conductor, and sometimes the choir was centre stage,  at least one time the instruments stopped and they were singing Al Capella. The conductor had us joining in at points. The Music included Blues, Duke Ellington and Ray Charles. It was a very enjoyable program and good afternoon.

The Other Queen

The Other Queen by Philippa Gregory.

I usually enjoy Historical Novels, and I was not disappointed with this one. It covers the first three years of Mary Queen of Scots captivity in England, and it is full of plots and intrigue.
It follows three central characters; the Earl of Shrewsbury, one of the old aristocracy who is charged with guarding Mary; Bess of Hardwick, his newly married wife; and Mary herself. Each chapter is told in the first person by one of these three.  They give us three very different personal takes on the action, and on each other.
These are momentous times for nations; Will the Spanish King invade to restore Mary to the Scottish throne, or to overthrow Elizabeth, and make Mary Queen of England as well?; Will England continue in the protestant faith or will the old familiar faith be restored?  The story that unfolds is also a very personal one; a queen who longs to be free; a noble faithful to his Queen, and to the woman he has married, yet attracted to this beautiful queen it is his duty to guard; and a woman whose household is disrupted by this unwelcome rival for her new husband's attention.
The very lines of English Society are laid bare. For Shrewsbury, his duty is to his Monarch, as it had been with his family for 500 years. His loyalty is with his brother peers, who resent that a commoner such as William Cecil should be advising the Queen rather than themselves. His wife Bess has more in common with Cecil, born in poverty, advancing in society by her own abilities, enjoying wealth that used to belong to the church, she has everything to lose if Roman religion is restored. During the few years of this story, the very future of England, as well as the the other Queen, and their own household hangs in the balance.
The story is not particularly kind to Elizabeth, and much less so to William Cecil. Then again, the three central characters are also portrayed with all their weaknesses, either in their own thinking or that of each other.
A good story well told.

Irons

A sailing boat is in Irons when it is pointing too close to the wind to catch the sail, and with no speed, you cannot use the rudder to turn away from the wind.
What I learnt on Sunday is that even if you are not sailing forward, you my be sailing backwards, and so using the rudder may be of use, but you have to turn it the "wrong" way.  If you attempt to steer away from the wind, all you manage to do is turn towards it.  To the extent you are sailing backwards, you can turn the rudder towards where you want to stern to go.
In open water, you are not particularly worried as to which direction you point, provided you do not turn back towards the wind by not recognising the rudder works in reverse.  You can always sail backwards intentionally, by holding the boom out to the side, but it is worth knowing that you may be sailing backwards even without holding the boom.
If I had realised that, and had my wits about me, I might have remembered a simpler way of getting out of irons. That is raising the centre-board. Instead of pivoting about the centreboard, you start pivoting about the rudder.
Finally there is the solution that was not available to me, as I was sailing with a single sail.  You can tighten the jib, so that it catches the wind a turn the nose away from the wind

Weekend Sailing at Killington

Another Great Weekend Sailing at Killington.
I did not want to capsize on Saturday, not least because I was not wearing a wetsuit, in solidarity with my crew, who joined me on the spur of the moment that morning.  Rod, a volunteer with Cockermouth mountain rescue, a keen walker, rock climber and trail cyclist, is particularly sensitive to sloping floors, does not like the movement on ferries, and rarely if ever sails, but he chose to join me on Saturday. I am pleased to say that we did not get wet.

I am grateful to Pete Lawson who showed me how to reef the sail, and even with the reef we still managed a good turn of speed in the blustery conditions. Rod was a great crew, alert and responsive to the need to move about the boat.  He also managed to take a few pictures.
On Sunday I was quite happy to capsize, and took out the club RS Feva. Again I was grateful to Pete for showing me how to rig it. Definitely more tippy than the Wayfarer, it felt very precarious for the first half an hour.   I was glad that it did not blow up as strong as it looked it might, and glad to get used to the boat with a single sail.  As to how easy it is to recover after a capsize, that I will find out another time.

I had lunch with Pete and the couple from Edinburgh who were learning on the timber decked Seafly he was selling to them.  Just before lunch I had set off from the jetty to bring the Feva round to the slipway, as Pete was going to use it in the afternoon, so they could each sail a different boat single handed.  He used my example of how not to do it to teach us all how to get out of irons.
There was just a short session after a late lunch, and I had a brief sail in the Wayfarer before packing it away ready for next time.

Ghost

This is called The Ghost Writer in other countries, and it has nothing to do with ghosts.
A rather bookish Ewan McGregor is commissioned to edit for publication the memoirs of Adam Lang a former UK prime minister played by Pierce Brosnan, and travels to America where he is living at the time.
He soon finds the apparently smooth running household to be in quite a turmoil. Adam Lang is indited for war crimes in the Hague, and the isolated location gets swamped with the press and protesters.  Meanwhile Ewan McGregor's character becomes more concerned about what happened to the previous ghost writer, and discovers clues that he left behind.
The best thing about the film is not the growing tension and intrigue, but the domestic tension inside the Lang household. There are some superb scenes, but Olivia Williams, who plays Adam's wife Ruth steals them all.
There is a cameo appearance from Eli Wallach, which is always good. Quite a good film, with some interesting twists along the way.

Reefing

My first thought about reefing was the ties around the boom along the foot of the sail, that are each tied with a reef knot, but these need to the the last thought, not the first.
At either end of this line of reef points is a cringle, a ring in the sale, one on the luff, that becomes the new tack, and one on the leech, that becomes the new clew.
First, obviously, lower the main sail partially, then using a length of thin rope, tie the cringle in the luff (nearest the mast) to the boom.
Then using another length, pass the rope between the cringle on the leech (side furthest from the mast) and the clew, getting as tight as possible, then, at the cringle, tie the rope tight round the boom.
Once the tack and the clew are resolved, then the ties along the boom can be tied, using a series of reef knots.

How to rig an RS Feva

I sailed with just a single sail, so these notes deal with the main sail only.
The two ends of the halyard appear to be interchangeable, as neither run inside the mast.  One had a ball at the end, so I attached that to the head.  Then, starting with the head, the luff of the sale feeds into the mast as you tighten the halyard.
Tighten the halyard as hard as you can; it does not matter if there is a gap between the boom and the sail; get the sail as high as you can.  The halyard was fixed with a cleat, pulled from top to bottom.
The boom has part of a circle which fits round the mast, just above a rest on the mast.
Next attach the Tack (corner between mast and boom). We used a short piece of thin rope.  I guess this could be tied onto the tack, but we tied one end to a bar on the cleat piece, passed it through the tack, and down to the cleat.  Even pulled tight, there was a gap between the sail and and the boom.
After the tack we tightened the outhaul. This was another length of thin rope, tied to the clew, round a hook at the end of the boom and pulled tight by a cleat on the boom.
Finally tighten the kicking strap.
So, the order is halyard, tack, outhall, kicking strap.

Wonderful Weekend Sailing at Killington

What a wonderful weekend sailing.  It started off slowly, fitting the floorboards and seats after their stay in the shed over winter. Then Ellie arrived and we had a cup of tea, before fitting the main sail to the boom and seeing how the goose neck worked on the new bracket attached to the mast. When all the sails were up satisfactorily..... we took them down again while we got changed.
Then the sailing began.  It was a beautiful day, bright sunshine and a steady force 2 wind.   We sailed back and forth and up and down, round the buoys, and practised our man overboard procedure.  Ellie had just been on a rudderless sailing course, and demonstrated how to turn the boat using the jib and leaning the boat. We had the lake to ourselves in the morning, and at lunchtime we were joined by one laser and one scorpion - a beautiful boat with polished wooden deck.  The sun kept shining, the wind kept steady and it was glorious afternoon.

The next day looked dark and gloomy, and quite uninviting, but I was glad to give my new spray top and salopettes an outing.  The wind was a little stronger and there was a group kayaking from the nearby Bendigg centre.  There was also a group from the scouts getting their boats ready, and they got on the water while we came in for lunch. It is great now that there is more water and we could leave the boat in the water tied to the jetty. The wind was stronger after lunch, and the scouts had already capsized some of the of their smaller boats.   We sailed amongst them for a bit and then charted our own course up and down the lake, while the wind grew stronger. There were more white horses about so I guess it was force 4, and the waves were coming over the bows and giving our spray tops a run for their money.

It was me at the helm when we capsized. The annoying thing is that it is difficult to remember exactly what happened. It was just after going about.  With Ellie's dry suit and the thermals under my wet suit it was no great shock to slide gently into the water.  We were both well trained at Glenridding, and righting the boat, and getting both of us on board went like clockwork.  Limping back to the jetty with the boat full of water was not too difficult. The real problem was when the boat was on the cradle pulling it out of the water.  Even with a lot of help it was no mean feat. we got it up enough to bale water out without it flowing back in, and then, when it was light enough, up further to let the water drain.  Thank you to all you helpful people at Killington Sailing Association.

Altogether a wonderful weekend

Bootle Tow-bars

I don't expect to meet John Fletcher again for a few years, which is a shame, because he is a nice fellow.
He also provides a very good service fitting tow bars. You can contact him on 07966477009.
It is a mobile service, he came and fitted the tow bar while the car was parked at work.  He was recommended by a local garage, and would have fitted it there had that been easier. 
His prices are very reasonable, his fitted price was not much higher than the price shown on the manufacturers web site. He was also prepared at my request to fit the Witter product, that did not require cutting the bumper, rather than PCT, his favoured product.
A great service and definitely recommended.

The Blind Side

This is a a moving and heart warming story, beautifully portrayed.  Sandra Bullock plays a successful interior designer, who is moved by the plight of a disadvantaged older black boy who attends their children's school. They let him sleep on the couch for the night instead of sleeping rough, and eventually end up becoming his guardians, and him becoming part of the family.
There are problems, but resentment from other family members is not one of them. Attitudes of friends, and visits to his old neighbourhood cause problems, but here marriage and family life are seen in a wholly positive light, which is wonderful.
The film is also a lot about American football, because the lad is Michael Oher, and it based in the true story of his life.  I am none the wiser about the sport having seen the film, but it does provide both raw excitement, and personal interest as the mother understands the key to his performance that his coach has missed.
The film starts with a football injury he caused in a game to another player, and what appears to be an investigation about it, but is in fact about his choice of university, and the injury is never referred to again.  That leaves a slight loose end feeling at the end of the film, but the abiding memory is of a humble gentle giant who can turn it on on the football field, a proud younger brother, a loyal sister, and proud fiercely protective kind and understanding Mum. Or should I say Mom?
The father deserves a mention as well, but Sandra Bullock won the Oscar, for a great performance of a great character.

Kendal

We went up on Friday afternoon and spent the early evening at Grange over Sands, where we saw the Ornamental Park with the duck collection, the community orchard, and the promenade, looking out over the Kent Eastuary towards Arnside Silverdale and Morecambe bay.
The Crooklands Hotel was very comfortable did a great meal and served both Black Sheep beer, which was good, and Radical Beer, which was even better. Crooklands has that wonderful arrangement with mobile phones, so that you can phone out if you want, by going out top the car park, but the signal is too weak for people to phone you from inside the hotel.
In Kendal we parked in Kirkland, where the church and Abbott Hall are,  and walked up towards the town centre visiting shops as they caught our eye. We had a nice up of tea at Farrer's, and then later had another cup of tea at 1657 Chocolate House together with a sandwich.  They have an interesting selection of hot chocolate and gateaux to look forward to another time.  In between we bought some Lancashire cheese from a very market stall, from a stall-holder who was very enthusiastic about good cheese.
We walked back along the the riverside to Abbot Hall but we decided the leave that for another (more rainy) day. Instead we drove out to Troutbeck where we enjoyed the later afternoon sun first at the Queen's Head which we often pass on the way up to Kirkstone Pass, and then at The Mortal Man with great views looking down the valley.  We drove the length of Troutbeck village from the Queen's Head at Townhead to the Townend and from there on the road toward Ambleside, which had some spectacular views of Lake Windermere, in the early evening sunshine.  Then we drove past Bowness and back through Crook back the Kendal bypass and home.

Sailing a Nimrod with Tom

It is always good to call in at Glenridding, not only because Steve makes coffee almost as good as Costa do, but you also meet some great people.
Tom was not sailing on Saturday, as he does not like the rain, in fact when sailing his Nimrod he does not get wet at all.  No wet suit, no capsizing, such are the joys of sailing a boat with a keel.  What is great about the Nimrod, is that it is fast and handles more like a dinghy.
Sailing on Sunday looked unlikely, as there was thick fog at Kendal, all the way up to Kirkstone, but it seemed to change at the top, becoming cloud rather than fog. Then a quarter of a mile past the top there was .. sunshine.
Tom is a retired teacher, and he was soon instructing me on how to handle things when I fumbled with the sheet and tiller extension when going about; he demonstrated turning the boat without using the rudder; and was teaching me a thing or two about sailing up wind.
There are three ways of flattening a boat when it is healing (leaning over), and they are not interchangeable in Tom's book. We had learnt to continually test how close we could sail to the wind, but he put a different gloss on it. First of all, you lean out to reduce the heal, and when it gets too much you turn into the wind, the third option, loosing the main sheet, he never does, in fact he keeps it cleated. Sure you lose some speed as you turn into the wind, but what you lose in speed you gain in direction by getting up wind further.
I found not loosing the mainsail quite hard, both from a panic point of view, and because it tugged quite hard, with only one pulley. Tom likes to feel the responsiveness at low wind speeds, and is happier using a cleat.  By contrast the rudder was not pulling away from you sailing upwind, as Tom has leaned the mast forward slightly, to lessen the pull towards the wind from the mainsail.

So, what is a Nimrod?  A Westerley Nimrod 18, is a small yaught, eighteen feet long, a small cabin, and a retractable keel.
You can stand in front of the cabin, and there is a railing, but there is no railing at the back, you are able to lean out just as much as any dinghy.   The cabin is quite small, plenty of space for storage and space to sleep, if you really have to.  The keel is raised and lowered by a hand winch, so that the boat is very stable when it is down, and quite tippy when it is up.  The boat launches from a normal trolley, and sits low, like a dinghy when on shore, but it still weighs half a ton so you need a tow to launch and recover. The hull is quite flat, so that the boat can be made to plane like a speed boat, which adds to the excitement, although we did not quite manage it.
Tom chose it because it gives him all the excitement of dinghy sailing, with the bonus of not getting wet. It extends the season, sailing when it is too cold to risk capsizing, and he has even sailed it in gales off Whitby.
Thanks Tom, for a great day.

My walk to Hayeswater 20 March 2010

This was a low level walk, as the mountain tops were all in cloud, and I had spent most of the morning drinking coffee, but was very rewarding with good views and some spectacular waterfalls.
There is a car park in Hartsop, at the far end of the village, at the start of the footpath up to Hayeswater. There is a detour, past the remains of an old mill, and some mine workings, although I lost the track after the mill and returned to the main footpath.
The path follows Hayeswater Gill, past Hartsop Dodd, which is the one you pass on your left as you drive past Brother Water at the start of Kirkstone pass. After Hartsop Dodd there is a good view up Pastures Bottom, with Raven Crag very prominent part way along to the right.
After crossing the gill, the path rises over the lower slopes of Gray Crag, leaving the gill down the valley to the left.  There is an alternative route, with the gill on your right side, along the track to the filter house, after this it crosses by a foot bridge, and rises sharply to join the main path.
Either way, I wanted to be on the footbridge, because it marked the start of a section where there were a number of waterfalls, and I wanted to get nearer the action, and to take some closer photos.  They were quite beautiful.
On the other bank, above the filter house was Prison Crag, and a number of gills including Sulphur gill, which crossed an expanse of rock where it divides into a series of waterfalls.
All the time the view back over Hartsop was growing more spectacular, seeing Brother Water in the valley, over Hartsop above How on the other side, and beyond to St Sunday Crag on the other side of Deepdale.
Gradually the gill became more gentle, and the climb more level, and the path went alongside the gill until it reached the footbridge at the top.
I suppose Hayeswater is a man made lake, a reservoir created by the dam across the end.  The sky brightened a little making the water sparkle more than I had hoped, but the mountains of High Street and the Knott were lost in cloud.
I did attempt to cross the gill at the point where the map shows the footpath crossing it, some way before the footbridge. There was no bridge there, and not many stepping stones. If you can manage it, you are more adventurous than I am, or there is less recent rain.
Now the weather was not wonderful, but it was not awful either. It was pleasant walking, but not popular. I must have seen no more than 8 or 10 people all the time.
For all the time I took going up, traversing slopes to take pictures, climbing up towards the Knott, the route down took just 20 minutes, which was just as well as I needed to get back.