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Does my bum look big in this.?

Patricia Perkins, has had her ‘bum’ seen to.!!

You might remember that Tengeru’s engine was in need of some TLC. It had been lifted out of  the boat and, looking like a piece of scrap metal, was put to one side, in the boat yard. I was left with the decision, to either have a go at repair, or buy a new engine at ‘moocho dinero’.

Um….. it took about 30 seconds for me to decide for rebuild. Anyhow, I wanted a look at Patricia’s ‘little bits’.!!

So, me and a mate, went down to Cornwall, and gave Patricia a lift back to my home marina, Southsea, Portsmouth. Another friend allowed me the use of his garage as a work shop. It’s good to have friends, innit.

After having tied Patricia down to an engine stand (BDSM – you may have heard of it.? Stands for – Basic Destruction of Sentimental Machinery), we removed her drawers. (Steady on guys, I really mean her crank case). After having a fiddle around with her innards, we removed her bits and pieces. I’ve never done an hysterical rectomy before, it was good fun. And there we found the problem. The crank shaft and bearing shells were scored and marked, Some ‘eedjut’ had run the engine without any oil in it.! In fact the 3rd cylinder bearing shell had got so hot, it was now scorched and out of shape. It seems that this heating up had also caused the oil way in the shaft to become blocked and this may be the cause of the low oil pressure.

So, her bits went off for re-grinding. They came back nice and shiny and with no problems, at all, were put back in place. Now she just needs a new dress (re-paint) and she’ll be ready for the party………………


Here are some photos of Patricia, before her ‘operation’……………….


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The Good, the Bad and the down right Ugly

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The hull, finished apart from anti-fouling

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The ‘fancy’ line





Well, this last weekend, saw me down in ‘Sunny’ Cornwall, again. Now, we live in a world of high technology. We can see stars and planets, millions of light years away. We can see inside our own bodies, using all sorts of weird ‘Star Wars’ gizmos. We can, even, bomb each other from hundreds of miles away. Can you get a phone signal, or internet connection from the boatyard in Saltash.? Not even Yoda, can do that.!!! I have heard a nasty rumour that they will very soon be getting that funny stuff, ‘Electrickery’ down there, soon. They are a bit dubious, because, if you can’t see it, or touch it, then ‘it don’t exist, my luvver’.

Anyhow, I got the hull finished, all apart from the anti-fouling. I wont be doing that for a while, yet. At some point, I’ll get ’round to doing the rubbing strake, but I’ll wait for a really horrible winter’s day for that, just to achieve maximum enjoyment out the job.!!

I’ve decided to start a new charitable organisation. It’ll be called ‘Support Tengeru’s Engine Fund’ – STEF for short. It seems that my old Perkins 4-107 engine has come to the end of it’s life. Well, that’s what the boatyard are telling me. Now, the engine is only 44 years old and as I understand it, it hasn’t even been run in yet. However, I was told ‘them there bits, is all worn out. Be lots of groats to fix it’. Now ‘Patricia Perkins’ has a low oil pressure problem. I’ve known women with the same problem, but they’re still going strong………………………………… So, all donations gratefully received, to breath life into Patricia, or find a younger model.

Oh, for those with an eye on the ridiculous………………England are playing San Marino, tonight, in the European thingy, (soccer, football, male fashion display, whatever you want to call it). We are a nation of 60 miilion people, we are going to be playing a Principality with, at last count, about 153 people in it. I’m off down the bookies to place a bet that San Marino win.!!!



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How do you get at the money.?

I was sat this morning and a thought occured to me. Now that doesn’t happen very often, so it’s got to be worth a post.

When you leave these fair shores, in your floating caravan, distant horizons to be sought, crew to be thrown over the side, if they forget the sugar in your coffee, how do you access all that dosh sat in your bank account.?

I’m not daft enough ( well almost), to think that the dolphins putting on their show, need paying, nor do the fish that leap into your boat, frantic to throw themselves onto your grill, as you follow that funny little line on your chart, but at some point in time you are going to bump into something solid, possibly land, and at that point some little foreign fella is going to pop his head up and demand some wonga.


The good old British pound is not what it once was, let’s face it. So, I’m guessing that something else needs to be handed over, a Euro, or a groat. Something like that.? How’s it done.? How is this transaction……… well transacted.? Do you cruising folks carry a wodge of notes, in several different currencies, and small denominations (that helps you look poor, I imagine).? Do you carry American Express – that’ll do nicely, senor -, or what happens.?


And, now this is the big AND, when you have run out of your small denomination notes, and your loose change has been lost in the bilges, how do get your hands on more, from your bank.?  I nearly suggested doing some work, but I wouldn’t want to upset anyone. I’m also aware that on Cygnus 3, there is a beer currency, which seems to have some effect.

I shall return to my musings and leave this for you good folk to furnish suitable replies……


Soton Aye and a bit of gout

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Soton Boat Show 2014

This last weekend I went to the Southampton Boat Show. I travelled by train. There’s no point in taking the car to Soton, because to park is a bit like trying to find a car space on the head of a pin, unless you pay the value of the car, in charges. Now don’t be fooled into thinking that I went there to buy a fancy new Beneteau, or even a kayak, I don’t have that sort of money.!! Nay, I went for some inspiration. I think, when you are doing up an old boat, it’s nice to have a look ’round to see what bit’s and pieces can be added to make life more comfortable. I was quoted, for instance, £250 for a nice fitted fore cabin mattress cover. Not bad, I thought, if my name was Paul Getty. I made one for myself, on Sunday, out of an old duvet cover. Cost £1.45.

Now I realise that getting on in years has it’s benefits. You can be cynical with the help of years of experience of the world we live in. You can, almost, get away with saying whatever you like and people give you a funny look and think ‘silly old sod’, but it’s the aches and pains that no one told me about that have surprised me. My mother did say, not so long ago, that getting old ‘is not for the weak’. She’ll be 90 soon, so I’m going to defer to her judgement on that.!! After walking around for hours, I got a sharp pain in my right toes. I gave myself an instant diagnosis of gout. I thought you got that through drinking to much pink gin, or red wine. Certainly, as a lad, when living in Africa, I knew an old fella who suffered from it, and drinking to much pink gin and red wine. Any way, I don’t drink, so Mark (Cygnus 3) your beer is safe, mate. I came up with solution to the problem. I’d buy a ride on the big Ferris Wheel, to give me poor aching feet a rest. Now, being a man, I wasn’t about to say that I don’t like fairground rides. So, I handed over my money and climbed into this saucer shaped thing that had a sort of umbrella attachment fixed to it. I had a look round and thought it could do with some paint, but I didn’t look too closely at the rust. The fella running the thing, pulled a lever, pushed a switch, wound up the lacky band, or whatever, and up we went. It swayed, I was petrified.!! We got to the top and the fella stopped the thing. Now, if I ever find out where he lives, I’m going to pay him a visit one dark night and…………………

I’ve decided that given the choice of going on another fairground, or suffering gout, I’ll take the gout…………….