Given Berth

It’s been 16 days since we got back from our second mini break, and in all that time we have not run our engine. Quick recap here why this is important.

Today promised to be bright, warm and sunny with little wind, perfect conditions for taking the boat out for a spin, and thus running our engine.
We have been in our new berth position for two weeks, and one of the reasons for moving  was to make it easier for me (yes, ME) to get the boat in and out.
bb 4 6I was already quite confident (and competent) taking the boat out from our previous berth, and on our recent trips my confidence grew in varying degrees (depending on contact with gates), becoming totally ecstatic berthing in a perfect docking/mooring manoeuver at Pershore coming back.  Yes, this was my ‘parking’, having finally got the hang of swinging the ass (sorry Colin) helm I was going to be at the helm all the time (apparently).

Coming out of our new berth isn’t quite as straightforward as the last one.
The angle is different, and there isn’t sufficient ‘swing’ space to do it all in one liquid movement so Hubby took over and shimmied us back and forth accordingly.
However, I was back in control coming out in a straight line having honked our horn to let anyone approaching know I was on my way.

The river was deserted, we were all alone in the world, and it was wonderful.
no-one-aboutRounding a bend though we did come across a yacht and thought at first he was in difficulty. However, like us he was enjoying the solitude, so we blew our horn to let him know we were behind him and got a smile and wave as we passed.
i-spyOur plan was to go up river for half an hour, then turn round and come back. This usually takes us just below the motorway, and having passed underneath, the river widens a little which is where we find it easiest to turn.
Normally we would turn the boat anti clockwise, but today decided to use the wind and flow of the river to assist us so turned clockwise.
It was all down to me, and I did a perfect three-point turn on the water. My driving instructor from 1978 would have been so proud!

We saw a sad sight in one of the fields and what appeared to be a dead calf. The mother was nudging it but it didn’t move, and on our return journey, it was still lying there with the mother holding vigil alongside.
By the look of it, it may have been dead for a couple of days as the ribs were clearly distinguishable through the hide. Such a shame, but such is nature I’m afraid.

The journey back was equally peaceful, and coming into the marina, I lined the boat up nicely to reverse into our berth.
Hubby was right, it would be much easier backing in as it was more or less a straight line, and I’d had plenty of practice reversing out of locks on our recent trips!

I was doing OK with Hubby’s guidance, taking my time and taking care not to hit anything.
Suddenly, the wind took us, and I lost my sense of control, so had no choice but to hand the helm over to Hubby and watch how he handled it.
Co-ordination is key and remembering to turn the rudder in the opposite direction to what you’d think so that the helm is turning to the left but the bow to the right. Hubby had to shunt to and fro a few times before we were safely in the confines of our berth, then he handed the helm back to me so that I could finish off the last few feet.

I’m getting there.
At least I didn’t play pinball with our neighbour (who had come out to watch and thought I’d done it all by myself) or the pontoon, and swinging in those hips the rear is almost second nature now.

Here are some more pictures taken today. Beautiful, isn’t it?

river-bank  sky-and-river
i-spy-2   yachtfront-of-yacht


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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14 Responses to Given Berth

  1. colinandray says:

    Oh dear Di. For a pair of nautical folk, you leave something to be desired:
    ” swinging the ass (sorry Colin) helm in.” You cannot swing a helm anywhere unless you rip it out of its mountings. The helm is where you steer from. You either swing the bow in or the stern in!
    “I lined the boat up nicely to reverse into our berth.” This is a little tricky but, technically you went astern into your berth.
    ” it would be much easier backing in” Shame on hubby!! It would be much easier going astern.
    “swinging in the rear” Nope! Swinging the stern in!

    I have faith. You’ll get it eventually!

  2. amommasview says:

    It’s indeed so very beautiful! Thanks for sharing those pictures and keep those hips aligned 😉

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