Day 67 – 74 – Brighton

It was nice to be back in the UK, and being able to converse with shop assistants and marina staff in English without feeling like a knob. There’s nothing worse than having to use GCSE pigeon French in a public environment.

My plan was to get someone to fix the broken toe rail and sort out the failing deck around the rigging.

A gigantic, humongous sailing boat appeared behind me one day. The Dutch owner came over for a chat and fortunately for me he used to be a boat surveyor and offered some advice, which I later used.

After a day back I found hell in the form of the Asda superstore. Gobby kids, chain smoking Coronation street watching gobby parents almost raised my blood pressure through the roof. I was definately tempted to get back on the boat and set sail back to France. Maybe the kids and parents in the Carrefour in Ouistraham were equally annoying, but it was in a different language so much easier to zone out. Anyway I found that if I wore headphones and played some relaxing chillout music the rest of the shopping experiences was almost bearable.

I found the reason for the front nav light not working…



I spent most of the afternoon trying to cut free the warp that had wrapped around my prop. Armed with a go pro on a pole, and a bread knife gaffa taped to another pole I went to work.



Hack at the rope, review progress on the go pro, drink some tea and have a nap, then repeat. This was my approach. Finally after much hacking I took one end of the warp and while pulling it, blipped the engine in reverse a few times (thanks Patrick for the advice!) and the warp eventually came free. Job done!

Tony and Alethia, who I met in Honfleur and saw leaving Fecamp arrived in the marina mid week. We had a meal onboard Excalibur and also checked out the floating Chinese. Finally they were off


I found two guys to do the toe rail and deck fibreglassing, both came highly recommended.

I tidied up the boat and left everything ready for the guys to do their stuff while I went on a lads week to Spain.

Not going into too much detail in regards to the work which was done. The guy doing the woodwork had a prior engagement and ended up coming back on the Monday afternoon (the day before my planned departure for Dover) and worked into the evening to get the job done, a real shame as I had plenty of other work he could have done.

The guy doing the deck job scarpered the minute I left the boat to do some food shopping. Bloody marks in the heads, trim broken, vinyl not glued back, and the fibreglass had not been smoothed off. Can’t help but wonder if I had a Sunseeker 40, he would have treated my boat with more respect and would have put things back the way he had found it. I don’t know, you do what you can to make the job go as smoothly as possible ie. clearing out cupboards etc etc to save time and money, but none of it really makes a difference. I’m going to have to get a rigging guy to come and inspect the plates as the backing washers are ridiculously small.

When I pass by Brighton again next year I’ll be popping in to get that fibreglass finished off…





On another note, I took my sea fishing rod up to the breakwater to try my hand at a bit of mackerel fishing. A polish guy next to me gave me a few tips and with the wrong type of rod myself and bystanders watched him catch mackerel after mackerel (it’s all about the lure it seems). I managed to catch a couple. The next day I bought the right rod and the right reel for £50.



One thing I heard about Brighton Marina, is that they really need to dredge the marina. I heard it was shallow towards the breakwater inside the marina, but you don’t expect to ground inside the buoyed channel! This poor fella did!


Finally it was time to leave. I had an early departure the next day


Trip Stats
Miles: 0
Total Miles: 536
Author: Tim Butler

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