My dad loved to come sailing on Zephyr, and was a bit sad when she was sold. He’s watched the developments with Lucy with interest, so he was more than keen to come to Mylor with me this past weekend to see her for the first time. We travelled down on Saturday morning, and he helped me with a few jobs, such as fitting an access hatch for the toilet seacocks and re-plumbing the toilet so that the pipes passed through the bulkhead and not through the hatch.
On Sunday we went for a bit of a blast. We sailed slowly along Carrick Roads, out past Black Rock and then roughly in the direction of Plymouth. By then the breeze had freshened up a bit, and I’d tasked him to warm some pasties in the oven. Being heeled over and pitching on the swell didn’t make him feel too good, so I took over below and he took the helm for a short while. Once the pasties and tea were consumed we turned tail and headed back to Mylor. It was a worthwhile short trip.
We had a nice little break, finished a few jobs, and created a few more, having decided that the cabin table is too big for what we require, so it was transported home with us and is now awaiting remodelling at the local joiners. It has to be ready for Christmas, as the most important visitor is due on board over New Year!