Dandelion 38

 

At last, the halyard is freed. Maridadi's sail may be furled.

My camera, well zoomed in, reveals the source of Maridadi's, seemingly intractible, furler problems.

Her husband and wife crew, combined age one hundred and fifty, have been trying valiantly, in any lulls since arrival, to unjam it. To no avail. 

A 'standard' halyard wrap, has cleated itself in a slot, at the head of the foil. Which explains why it is resisting all efforts to simply be unwound. An upward pull is required, to uncleat the halyard.

The first option is to hoist a shackle, up the fouled halyard, on the topping lift. To pull it out of its resting place. If that does not work, I am placed on standby to tail a winch, whilst the bosun is wound aloft by her husband: "I go up all the time. Really, Don't worry. We have been sailing around the world for the past twelve years."