Over supper on Thursday we were talking about going to find the seals in CH. I happened to notice that the tides were good for yesterday, the weather looked ok and the girls wanted to go so I spent that evening setting up and hitching the trailer.
No rush in the morning as low water was 4pm so we headed off just before 10, arrived 12.30 and it took hardly any time to put the tubes up to full pressure, carry the kit down to the pontoon and walk the boat down what was becoming a rather long concrete slipway by this time and a slightly looming dread with regards to pulling the boat back out at around 5pm when it would still be low water.
This dread was further added to by a nice gentleman, who was waiting for a boat to return, who was explaining to my children where the seals were, what they were and just happened to mention something which I had comprehensively failed to appreciate, that it was springs.
The other thing that struck me as I was launching and then getting everything stowed and the engine running (another mini adventure to return to shortly) was something which I'd forgotten which was not just the helpfulness of other people on the water but the common sense of it. While you're fettling with the final details they will engage with your children. The single most helpful thing anyone can do to help someone out. Not stand over you discussing why your engine won't start or talking to you while your poor brain is trying to fix a problem while also keeping an eye on your children. Instead, they will talk to your children leaving you almost 80% free to sort stuff out.
Anyway, the outboard would start and would rev ok but wouldn't hold anything close to tickover. I'd got it running perfectly at home so was slightly annoyed but hardly surprised as outboards love to work perfectly at home and then get a monk on as soon as you drop them into dirty, salty water. I had put the 4hp in the boot as back up but wasn't relishing the hassle of a changeover.
Given a few moments peace to just stare at the engine and attempt to engage brain I eventually decided that it must be the air mix. It ran perfectly at home and was running perfectly at higher rpm. I'd set the mix on a 30 degree day and at altitude. Neither should make that much of a difference but they were the only variables at play. So, long story short, a few turns of the idle screw and we were purring like a kitten on tick over. It was about two turns to lean and half back from hiccuping. I was actually quite surprised at this. The only two variables were about 300m of altitude and 10c in temp. Maybe Welsh air coming over the Cotswolds that day was better quality than the French stuff down on the South coast. Who knows but we were up and running and away, off to the mouth to tear those new handles.
The handles worked well and were very useful. There were some good sized rollers once beyond the mouth and with just the beginning of white horses. This made for good fun for the children and a trip down memory Lane for me as I was soon remembering the best way to approach rollers in either direction.
The fun arrived on one of the return runs to the harbour when I fluffed coming off the front of a wave and dug the port side bow in, allowing a good solid dollop of water over and heading my way. Luckily number one child was there between me and the water and took the full blast. Someone did tell me a while back that eventually children would become useful members of the family.
With one soaked and another soggy child the unanimous decision was made to go seal hunting. I'm actually proud of my eldest at this point as she is a skinny child who soon shivers in a pool and must have been really quite cold by now but was laughing and not requesting to go ashore to change (note to self, get them some boating trousers next season).
We'd been given pointers to where the seals were, firstly by a helpful ribnetter and then by a couple of people at the marina.
The plan had been to mock up a bit of a hunt for the girls by taking them up a few creeks first before going up the ones where I believed they were but having just drenched them I decided the more logical action was to simply follow the boat full of tourists that at low tide could only be going to one place.
About 100 yards in there they were, half a dozen harbour and grey seals lying on the mud staring at the boats. What was nice to see was that the few other boats there all kept to the other bank and didn't hang around long. What I then decided to do was head on up the creek and a few hundred yards later we found a much larger group of over twenty which was rather lovely to discover.
We then let them be and headed back into the harbour where a bit of rowing practice put some warmth into the rather cold girls before heading back to the marina to face the task of hauling the boat out only an hour into a rising spring!!
This was where paying to use the marina paid its dividends as the girls could grab their wet bags and take themselves to the changing rooms to wash, dry and put fresh clothes on while I faced the slightly daunting task of taking the boat out.
The slipway had about 20 foot of wet and slightly slippery surface showing and having unloaded the boat so that only the outboard remained I wasn't sure if my feet would find enough traction or if I'd have to resort to removing the engine, or even getting the trailer although my back up plan was to go and find some supper and wait for the tide. But this was where the lifting handles paid off. I was able to dig the feet in and haul the boat a couple of feet at a time until at the dry point and then walk it the rest of the way.
It was then easy to go and fetch the car and trailer, by which time two warm, dry and happy children had returned to help put the boat on the trailer and pack away.
All in an excellent last minute trip that vindicated the lifting handles and the unexpected purchase of the trailer. Being able to just arrive and go and then leave with the setup, clean and pack up pushed to being domestic chores was an enormous gain for us. At the same time, learning that some proper wet proofs for the girls will allow for a wider range of usage opportunities and that while I have some PVC glue left over it might be sensible to glue a sacrificial patch to the underside of the hull where the bow sits on the ground might be a sensible addition.