Crewing Posts Autumn 2018

Crewing Posts Autumn 2018

Here are just some of the crewing posts that Lovesail members have posted for the Autumn.  If you are interested in the post just log into your Lovesail account and visit the Crewing Groups Section.  If you are not a member of Lovesail yet then why not take a look.

 

Sailing South – Maine to Bahamas

LeComte Fastnet 45′ yawl well outfitted for offshore sailing. Have 7,500+ miles experience. Looking 1 or 2 crew for passage(s). Likely sail from Maine to Beaufort, NC and then from Beaufort to Bahamas. Must be OK with cat as she is my First Mate.

 

Portugal-Madeira- GC – possible circumnavigation

Looking for crew member for my circumnavigation . Since I am seeking on lovesail.com-preferable female crew. You would like to / love to sail on my beautiful HR 38. But its important to feel good so why don’t try a shorter leg first. Leaving Algarve coast in Portugal about 18 October heading for Madeira. Send me a message and we can chat more about it. Skipper/owner is from Norway

 

Colombia and the San Blas Panama

I am currently looking for crew to sails from the Colon, Panama to Cartagena, Colombia, the San Blas Island in Panama and onward to the Bocas de Toro in Panama. Looking at leaving towards the end of October, 2018. Expected duration about 6 to 8 weeks. Possible option to continue sailing further north up to Belize and other points north.

 

Columbia River 1-5 day outings

Make new friends with other sailors in this area. Play in gentle waters around Portland/Vancouver and short trips out of Astoria.

 

San Diego to the Sea of Cortez

I own a beautiful Hunter 49, fully equipped sailing yacht (generator, sat phone, water maker, washer and dryer, etc). I am looking for crew members for a three month sail from San Diego to the Sea of Cortez mid October, 2018. I have dive tanks and two sets of scuba gear on board (large and medium size). Sailing experience is not a requirement but a plus. Ports of call: San Diego, Cabo San Lucas, La Paz, Loreto and Rocky Point. I’m looking forward to hear from you.

 

Alaska Inside Passage

I am wanting to sail the inside passage anywhere in there for several years over the spring, summer and autumn months. I have a 5 year visa for USA but live in Tasmania Australia. If you would love to have me on board as cook and handy person, general duties but good at fixing, mending and relaxation massage, photography and art of all kinds, please give me a cooeeeee! I woild love to return the pleasure to sail around Tasmania with you and /or land drive you to all important amazing places. Teach you to say, Goodah Mate! Aussie Aussie Aussie!

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Picture Credit: SailorVolante

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The Folk Boat

The Folk Boat

One of the Lovesail members, Gandalpuss, has written this lovely story.   We always welcome articles from Lovesail members, so if you are a budding writer of fact or fiction and have a short piece to submit, contact us through the usual email address and we can arrange to publish it on the Lovesail Blog.

 

At twenty years of age, a friend gave me access to a fibreglass sloop built in the 1950’s.  Tired as the boat was – and of late neglected – her owner had not the time to enjoy the sailing of her due to the pressures of work.  The deal was that I should repair and restore the boat as much as possible in return for the free use of ‘Maggie May’.  The boat was moored in the Trieux River near the town of Lezardrieux in Brittany, France.  My friend had set sail on a round the world voyage single-handed from Portsmouth Harbour.  Arriving in France he had met a lady who was to become the love of his life, a much younger French woman from Lezardrieux. Except the lady was already on her way to Britain having secured a job as a teacher!   Balancing the desire to continue his dreams of circumnavigation with what he saw as the dream girl, the latter tipped the scales.  He settled into the routine of job, mortgage and family.

I began to stop the decline in the yacht’s condition by throwing out much of what would have been useful to a ‘live aboard’.   The only equipment of use from inside the yacht, apart from the tools, were six cartons of John Smiths ‘Extra Smooth’ beer.

With eight cans per carton, I began gradually working my way through this obviously vital source of energy.  Nodding relations soon changed to a wave of the arm as other users of the river became familiar with the improvement of the boat.  I considered it my boat, though in reality it was not.  These fellow sailors also assumed I was ‘Maggie May’s’ new owner. What really mattered to the French sailing community was that the sloop was being loved and was now beginning to look less like a skip and more like a yacht.

One day, I decided to go for a sail. It was high water on a spring tide.  Following some good sailing off the coast, I returned home under engine, sails stowed.  We traversed beyond the head land of a small peninsular, topped with a stone cross – known locally as Point de Trouquetet.  The light was failing and evening fog settled as night drew on. With Binic astern, ‘Maggie May’ headed towards St Quay Potreux on the way back to the mooring.  I heard the engines of another vessel, but could see nothing in the mist of the evening light.  I strained to see ahead.  Suddenly there it was, a large old rusty steel coasting vessel headed straight for my boat only yards away.  I slammed the tiller hard over to starboard. Inexplicably, he altered course to port.  Within seconds we collided.  My yacht bounced along a steel rubbing strake down the ship’s starboard side.  I cut my engine and waited.  I could hear the noise of his propellers disappearing into the gloom.

He was gone.

Having way on, I peered into the mist over the stern, refusing to believe he had hit and run.  I turned to face the way ‘Maggie May’ was going.  There, right in my path, was a steel pole atop a concrete pillar, jutting out of the sea. Instinctively, my hand threw the tiller over to port.  Too late, the sloop scraped down the side of the navigation marker (which was for isolated danger and was topped by two black balls called L’Ours Seur) with a sickening crunching sound from the portside as my boat slowed with the impact.

The following day, I inspected both sides of the boat.  A gauge mark had been left at the widest part of the tumble home on the port side stained by bits of old concrete.   A shallow groove had been left after the collision with the ship for about a length of three feet.

I felt entirely at fault, regardless of the other vessel’s failure to stop.  I felt I had to repair and make good the damage which stood out for everyone to see. It did not take me long to fill, fair and sand the gauge marks. On a warm day, I painted over the repaired strips in a band from stem to stern on both sides of the yacht in an off-white colour which nearly matched the original.

Then the idea occurred to me.  Why not put a rubbing strake centrally down each side of the yacht to protect the boat from future mishap.  Less than a month later, I returned from England with a heavy-duty brown plastic ‘D’ sectioned purpose-built rubbing strake.  After a day of effort, I was no further forward with the installation, having made a pig’s ear of every attempt to begin screwing the strake to the hull.  I went to my berth that night dispirited, dreading a repeat of the day’s failure.

The next day an ancient looking wooden gaff rigged vessel, sporting the flag of France, the Tricolour, sailed by.  It was not unlike a Bristol Pilot Cutter.  This old wooden craft towed what looked like an archaic flat-bottomed, double ended, wooden skiff with a blue painted hull.  At the helm of the vessel stood a grizzled looking old man with a dirty old woollen hat reminiscent of fishermen from those parts.

An hour later, as I struggled with the writhing brown plastic snake-like rubbing strake, the blue coloured skiff appeared.  The skiff’s approach took me by surprise as I normally expect to hear the noise of an outboard engine accompany a tender.  The skiff came upon me in silence.  It was powered by the old man, who stood facing the skiff’s stern.  He used a single wooden oar to scull the craft with the oar lodged over the skiff’s stern between two wooden pegs.  The skiff’s course made for my boat.  I attempted to secure the rubbing strake down my yacht’s side.  He came closer and I realised he had come to assist.  He stood barefoot, ankle-deep in water in the skiff.

The old man’s mouth uttered strange words, heavy with dialect in a slow French accent.  I understood nothing of what he said, attempting to politely introduce myself in my broken school boy French.  There was a glint in the old man’s eyes.  Looking past me, he manoeuvred the skiff between my inflatable dinghy and ‘Maggie May’. Gently but firmly he pushed me out-of-the-way. Taken aback, attempting to greet him politely, I gave ground allowing him full access to the rubbing strake.  Pulling fine twine from a bag the old man-made several loops hanging them from ‘Maggie May’s’ guard rails.  Next, he pointed to a choice of positions as his eyes caught mine in a miming sort of manner, awaiting my approval as to how high above the water the strake should go.  I nodded approval.  He threaded the entire length of the rubbing strake through the loops after adjusting them to the height I had indicated.  In this way the lengths of strake to be attached simply lay at repose, hanging down the side of the boat, while he progressively screwed the strake to the hull, removing the twine hangers as he secured it.

Unfamiliar though he clearly was with the sloop’s fibreglass sides, the old man soon got the measure of this, to him, unusual material.  Pulling an old well-worn hand brace and bit from a sack resting on the skiff’s thwart he drilled into the hull of my yacht.  Without the aid of any measuring device he would scan from time to time, by eye, along the boat’s length as, foot by foot, the rubbing strake was secured into position.  The only contribution I made, apart from handing him tools, was to run two lines of white Sykaflex mastic along the upper and lower bearing surfaces – and around each hole about to be secured – of the rubbing strake. Indeed, under the sunshine of those three days spent assisting my benefactor a casual observer would be forgiven for thinking I was the apprentice assisting a skilled master.  One day, in my haste not to hamper the old man’s progress, I put the mastic gun down without releasing the spring-loaded piston.  Mastic oozed out onto his skiff’s thwart near his tool bag leaving what looked like a white ‘tick’ where someone might sit. The mastic had set in the warmth of the sunshine before I became aware of my mistake, leaving the tick visible even after my efforts to remove it.

Often, I would bail the skiff like fury when the water level reached the middle of our calves.  Many times, perhaps because of the lack of spoken communication between us, the aged skilled artisan would stop to top up his pipe with tobacco.  The tobacco resembled browny black stringy bladder wrack seaweed with a distinct nauseas smell.  The few teeth he had were revealed when he smiled or exhaled smoke.  These teeth resembled brown stained pegs set in black gums.  I learned not to inhale too close to his face as his breath was even more foul than the evil exhalations from his pipe.  Aware of the state of his teeth, I prepared a stew from tinned ‘Irish Stew’ adding diced broccoli and haricot verts, green beans which I happened to have aboard.  I added more stew to the pan as each day passed.  He liked my offering very much as he washed it down with beer.  In this way, the third day saw the completion of the installation. I rowed a little distance from the yacht in my dinghy expecting to see the line of the rubbing strake wander unevenly down the vessel’s hull.  Yet it was as straight as if lined up with a modern laser level light!

A strange comb like object was taken from his tool bag, resembling the metal toothed curry comb used in grooming horses. This device had a handle of wood with a patina of sweat well-worn from years of use.  Unlike a curry comb this tool had many rust encrusted needles of steel bent at ninety degrees.  Each needle was razor sharp and stiff and twanged as it snagged the surface of the plastic.  The man dug it into the curved surface of the rubbing strake pulling the tool along under steady pressure.  With what looked like ease, he scratched each rubbing strake down its entire length with this tool.  The ease of his efforts belied the skill and experience and the power and control the old man brought to bear.  Not long after, the rubbing strakes’ plastic outer surfaces could not be distinguished from wood as these scratchings resembled the grain of wood.  I had over the previous days attempted to offer payment for this old man’s labours, but the look in his eyes and the set of his flabby chin made it clear that he would not accept any payment. Having washed down his stew with a glass of beer at the end of the third day he waved goodbye as he sculled the skiff away to his craft, anchored just out of sight around a bend in the river.

That was the last I saw of him.

A week later, I enquired of the old man and his traditional old wooden sail boat.  Later still, I visited boat yards, marinas and jetties and even private islands near to the river’s mouth.  Over several weeks, I cast my search further afield to fishing boats and even to the stone jetties of Le Legue.  No one had heard of, or seen, such a man or his craft. One day, months later, in Le Legue, I was browsing along the old stone jettied boulevard, adjacent to the lock gated section of the river, where many types of sailing boats nestled below the viaduct of the overhead motor road.  I came across a model boat workshop displaying in its dusty window models of traditional Breton sailing craft.  There in the window sat an exact replica of the blue skiff. The model was not for sale.  The label beside the model read, ‘Model of work boat as used in Napoleonic times’.  Beneath the dust could clearly be seen a small white tick in mastic on the model’s thwart!!

THE END

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Copyright “Gandalpuss” (Member of Lovesail.com)

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Lovesail on Instagram

Lovesail Instagram

Did you know that Lovesail is on Instagram (lovesaildating)?  I know, I know, how many more social media accounts do we need to have these days?  If you haven’t ventured onto Instagram yet then do, it really is one of the better ones.

We do have a Facebook Account (Love Sail Social Network And Online Dating) and a Twitter Account (@lovesail).  As a business owner we have to engage with these two if we want to climb up the search engines and be noticed, however, many of us would rather be getting on with the day to day running of the business.  It is frustrating that as a business we have to engage in order to survive (more social engagement, more Google points, more steps up the search engine ladder).

There are many articles about the destructive side of social media.   I’m currently looking at ways in which to decrease the number of posts on some social media channels and increase other ways of engaging people, ideally whilst supporting small businesses at the same time.  When I do use social media my aim is to make engagements positive, supportive, educational and/or uplifting.

Instagram is one social media channel I do like and will continue to use.  Why?  Well it’s quick, easy and just flicking through the many wonderful images can’t fail to lighten your day.  And as the Chinese expression says “Hearing something a hundred times isn’t better than seeing it once”.

Here are just a few of the photos we have posted on Instagram, and all of them have been taken with a mobile phone!

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CalaPi, Mallorca

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Jolly Harbour, Antigua

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Lovesail Testimonials

Comments from some media publications about Lovesail

National and International Mentions

DatingAdvice.com have written a fabulous article about Lovesail: Lovesail Where Sailing Enthusiasts Enjoy a Shipshape Dating and Social Networking Site

CNN wrote a piece about two of our members that met and fell in love on the site.  Read about CNN Article: Ian and Wendy’s Story

BBC broadcaster and sailing enthusiast Libby Purves talks about Finding True Love at Sea in one of her regular Podcasts for Yachting Monthly.   Download the Yachting Monthly Podcast.

Devon Life’s Harriet Mellor searches for places to meet other singletons.  Devon Life – Looking for Love

 

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Love Sail or Lovesail?

Is it Love Sail or Lovesail?

Well the gap can make quite a difference.  If you use Love Sail you will come up with 106,000,000 results.  Quite a lot to look through.  If you leave out the gap then it’s 79,000 results.  I’m pleased to say that we come top in the organic searches for both Love Sail and Lovesail.   And so we should because that’s what we are about, love and sailing.

What is Love Sail?

Lovesail.com is a global on-line dating and social networking site for boating enthusiasts.  Think match.com but with yachts or sailboats.  All the members on Love Sail are passionate about sailing and want to meet others in the same boat (I’ll apologise for the puns now, you won’t believe just how many sailing expressions there are).  If you don’t like boats then this isn’t the site for you.

We have been established since 2004, a friendly site with a personal touch.  No stealth payments or catches.  Just a one-off fee to  communicate with other members and you can stay on board for as long as you wish, no time limits or expiry dates.  All the profiles are hand checked to make sure the members do have a genuine interest in sailing and we are not affiliated to any other dating sites, so your details will only appear on our site.

Not quite sure if you are ready to date yet?  Lots of our members are looking for friendships and non-professional crew too, so why not dip your toe in the water first and look for friends to go sailing with.  We have members all over the world you can talk to so why not give it a try?

To join Love Sail then visit us at lovesail.com (no gap!).

 

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Photo Competition Winner

Photo Competition Winner

Congratulations to Caribejohn who has won the Lovesail Photo Competition with this picture of Lucy his dog.  He wins a years gold membership to the site.

Please keep checking the blog, twitter or our facebook page for details of our next competition when we will be giving away another Gold membership.

 

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Photo Competition

Thank’s to those of you that have sent in your sailing pet pictures for the Lovesail photo competition.  The prize for the best photo is a years gold membership to the site.  Below is the gallery of entrants: