Sea trials – and tribulations (1)

Being an (ex-)naval architect of course it is my duty to test the newly acquired boat, discover its strengths and weaknesses and define measures for improvement.

I wonder who’s really on trial, the boat or myself?

So after launching IDA the first task is to get her engine running. The old Yanmar comes to live with a little protest at first, but then settles into a comforting putter. Soon it is time to move away from her berth at the shipyard and, for the first time, to drop anchor in Kilada bay. Simple as it sounds (and, really, is) I cannot deny my nervousness of finally being on my own! The next day it’s lesson number one (surely of many to come) for me: on lifting the anchor with its powerful winch I get a finger caught between chain and sprocket, making it painfully clear that it is the little mistakes that can and will make all the difference between things gone well and desaster. The term “single handed sailing” can quickly get quite a literal meaning! So from hereon I renew the pledge to myself to take every single action even more considerately, even more carefully, even more slowly. Slow forward, all over again!