Winter Work 9

 

Stargazer's skipper makes his annual London pilgrimage. To submit documention in support of his six month French Visa de Long Sejour application.

Stargazer is joined in the yard by yachting royalty. In the form of Sir Alec Rose's Lively Lady. ( See this post for his & her story)

Her long keel's towering draft requires deployment of the, rarely resorted to, 'Big Cradle.' Despite her svelte beam and diminutive (thirty six foot) length. 

 Work is crossed off Stargazer's spring fit out list: Engine service, Saildrive oil change, replace anodes, polish hull, two coats of antifoul. But unexpected jobs are added: Replace the engine starter panel, which fails whilst testing the motor post service; Replace the diesel tank deck filler valve, which has developed a slow weep over the winter; Repair or replace the anemometer cups, of the masthead wind instrument (only five years old), which have unaccountably seized since the autumn. Parts are sought. Meanwhile the countdown, to April's lock closure, ticks inexorably by.

Winter Work 8

 

Lifted, in all senses. Both Stargazer's hull and her skipper's heart. To mark this moment, sunshine breaks through the grey winter cloud canopy. Injecting colour, warmth and optimism.

An early start, and a cheeky enquiry, have brought Stargazer to the head of the haul out queue. Of boats whose spring crane bookings have been delayed by high winds, staff shortage or mechanical breakdown. Creating the usual lift out lottery. In which a persistent, yet cheerful, presence often provides the winning ticket.

A mostly mild off-season has proven fruitful for marine growth. But the Shogun 033 antifoul has kept molluscs at bay. And a verdant accumulation of slime is soon pressure washed clear.

There is added urgency to Stargazer's spring refit this year. We normally set sail, for the summer, in mid-April. Propelled south by the north-easterly winds which often prevail during the month. But this year the lock will be closed, for maintenance, throughout April.

Unless we can leave before Easter, Stargazer will be trapped in Dockyard Basin No.1 until May. By which time the wind is likely to have switched to the south west (headwind), passage ports will be busy and cruising time (and range) curtailed.

Before the annual flurry of scraping, painting, polishing and engine servicing begins, Stargazer and her skipper pause to savour the heady prospect of the summer ahead. Basking before the ornate Victorian brickwork of The Pump House. Which once housed the steam boilers, that operated this naval drydock in its shipbuilding heyday. And is now home to the burnished retorts of the Copper Rivet distillery.

Winter Work 7

 Two frozen tenders huddle together for warmth, at the head of Faversham Creek.

Solid fuel stoves warm the liveaboard boats on Standard Quay. Scenting the air, with the deep tarry tang of coal and salty driftwood topnotes, through makeshift stacks.

Beyond the bohemian boatyard, and its backdrop of neatly ordered apartments, a footpath leads onto the seawall. Shadowed white, where the midday sun has yet to fall and the night frost lingers.

Spoonbills saunter in the shallow remnants of the channel. Which is navigable for an hour or so, either side of high water, by mariners strong of nerve and shallow of draft.

Thus a favourite with Thames Barge skippers. Who, in summer, guide their historic craft up from the Swale, following the extravagant meanders. On a ‘touch and go’ basis.

After, perhaps, pausing in the Shipwright's Arms at Hollowshore. Sited where Oare Creek and Faversham Creek combine to empty seaward.

It is a tranquil spot in which to wait for a favourable tide. Set amid wind tousled rushes and rolling countryside. 

Quintessentially coastal Kent.

Winter Work 6

 

In a blaze of pied wingbeats, an Avocet alights. Casting its long shadow upon the glutinous bank of the rill. Which shelters the new arrival from a piercing arctic breeze. The bird surveys the shimmering waters, as they drain swiftly between its slender grey legs. Its scimitar beak and bold plumage mirrored sharp and clear.

As the tide recedes, so the land advances. Whilst the salt tolerant sedge stands its ground. Stoically watching this twice daily dance of the elements. A Redshank emerges from within intertwined stems. Enticed by a freshly formed pool.

Busily, the Redshank scurries about the mudflats. Like its surroundings, perpetually in motion. Like the Avocet, its eyes intent and beak poised, searching for the stirrings of a subsurface meal.

Teal too are down, this morning. They favour south facing slopes. Basking in the low winter sun, between languid dips.

The Avocet paces methodically seaward. Scything the silt, with its long black beak, sifting for a snack. Once beyond the lee of the earth ramparts, the keen wind shatters the stealthy hunter’s snowy reflection.

On the sea wall, red berried branches sway. Beyond them stretches the limitless horizon of the salt marsh. The air is laden with the cries of wildfowl and with saline scents. Which belong neither to shore nor sea, but are unique to these enigmatic wetlands.

Winter Work 5

 

It is New Year's Eve, in Chatham's historic dockyard. Where Nelson's Victory was built, during the great age of sail. A silhouetted crane, memento of the shipbuilding days, throws a sharp naval salute skyward.

 Christmas lights sparkle, above the decks of meticulously preserved steam tugs. Once they guided warships through the Medway's meanders. Now they are cosseted, by their erstwhile stokers and ship's boys, turned volunteer caretakers. The seafaring tugs and their crews grow old companionably. Keeping one another young at heart.

Around the three basins, with their river locks, cobbled quays and dry docks, lights glow in the windows of houses and hostelries  Which have sprung up where industrious naval workshops once stood.

The Greenpeace patrol boat Witness alights, beside Stargazer, in Basin Number One. Her sailors resting. As the brisk tempo of our bustling world is temporarily suspended. In a contemplative stillness, becalmed between the festive crescendos of Christmas and New Year.

Winter Work 4

 

If there is a chink, in Stargazer’s passage-making armour, it is her skipper. Not because of his piratical alter ego, Long John Silver. But due to the fragility of his back . Which may list, unexpectedly to port, before locking up. Occurrences can be reduced through support, by night, and exercise, by day. Life aboard reliably supplies the latter, but not always the former.

Five years ago, Stargazer's original twin 'V' berth cushions were replaced. By design, they had sported an inherently unsupportive centreline split, from new. Over their ten year life, their dual density foam filling became compressed beyond recovery. 

Their successor was a, single-piece, memory-foam mattress. It rewarded nightly, providing even support across its full width. In the mornings, my back emerged supple and refreshed, rather than stiff and injury prone.

But, over successive summer cruises, the foam has remembered my body shape all too well. Initially it 'forgot' again, during the winter lay up. But, latterly, idelibly etched furrows have formed. Which, trigger my temperamental back. Despite migrating around the mattress, in search of a supportive spot.

For the 2026 season, I have turned to motorhome specialists, Jonic. For a hybrid (pocket sprung below, foam above), single piece mattress. On the basis that a similar construction has stood the test of time at home. 

Hopes are high, that this latest upgrade will provide sweet dreams and memorable cruises in seasons to come.

Next, on the work list, is a task which must be completed before Christmas. The hanging of a stocking, at the head of Stargazer's ‘V’ berth. With which to summon Santa in from the sea, bearing a sack of boat treats (I hope!). 

May your Christmas be all that you wish for!

Picture Credits

Piratical enhancements to 'Stargazer's Skipper' and creation of 'Surfing Santa:' courtesy of Adobe AI.

Standard V berth cushions brochure shot: courtesy of Hallberg Rassy VarvsAB

Winter Work 3

 

Stargazer's domestic battery bank died, off the Cap de la Hague, as we emerged from the Alderney Race at dusk.

Fortunately, the engine start battery remained live. Enabling us to sail into Cherbourg, with Stargazer's navigation lights, chart plotter and autopilot powered directly off the alternator, with the Yanmar on tickover.

There, Stargazer's skipper was able to source direct replacements. It was only once we arrived home, to Kent, with access to the receipts file, that it became clear that the failed batteries were almost ten years old. One iteration, of our five yearly battery replacement cycle, had clearly been missed. During the disruptions of the pandemic lockdowns.

In order to increase Stargazer's off-grid independence, her domestic bank has long been expanded, from two to three batteries, through the inclusion of the original engine start battery. The Yanmar is started using an Odyssey Extreme, originally designed to fire up high-compression race cars. Although of compact dimensions, it delivers unusually high cranking power. 

It is however a specialist item. I was unable to track down a French supplier. Whilst Brexit border buffoonery prevented shipment by a UK supplier. The completion of Stargazer's belated battery replacement cycle had, therefore, to wait until our return home. Each battery indelibly marked with its installation date, this time around.