Well, loyal followers, work is progressing albeit slowly.  Fellow boat owners will, I am sure, identify with the fact that for every job started on an old small boat, another two or three appear.  There must be a reason, some … Continue reading →

…my poor wife is still poorly.  After removal of her gall-bladder we had assumed all would now be well.  NAH!  No such luck.  Still in pain (over 3 weeks since going under the knife) and not happy.  I did suggest … Continue reading →

So, two weeks after starting some progress is evident.  I have discovered the joy of Cabinet Scrapers.  The ever helpful yard manager and Jamie (Luthier middle son) both advised against my buying a belt sander, ‘like a butchers knife in … Continue reading →

Suffering from the snow and not being able to start work on LJ’s refit, I decided it would be a good idea to bring home (on top of Mrs BS’s car) the Boom, Gaff and Bowsprit.  The idea is that … Continue reading →

Like many sailors I have read Roger Slocum’s account of his solo circumnavigation in a boat he basically built himself. The book, ‘Sailing Alone Around the World’ is a classic. Understated, modest and wonderful all at the same time. Another … Continue reading →

…well, sort of. I never really expected to get a sail in before Lady Jayne was lifted out for her refit. But the weather fell right today and the tides were good (springs), so as James was up for it, … Continue reading →

So, Lady Jayne is home in Maldon! After our adventures, battling raging seas, avoiding privateers and… oh, you have seen the film. Fair enough. With just a little luck we may get a sail in before the end of the … Continue reading →

Hope you all had a good one. Spent mine sitting in A&E with my poor wife. Long story but I had to call 999 and she was rushed into hospital, pumped full of morphine etc etc. Admitted into hospital and … Continue reading →

So, at long last, I have finally got around to adding a film of the new boat.  Not much of a film to be honest, more a sort of video diary of sailing the Crabber.  A sort of aid memoir … Continue reading →