Gosh. My feathery nemesis returned with six of his friends. For some reason, they all decided to sit on the windward lifelines with the output end facing inwards. Initially, they were sitting aft of the shrouds, which meant any fishy output would be blown all over the cockpit and, more importantly, me. So I spent a good two hours whacking them with a stick and poking them in a delicate area (still using the stick!) every time they came back. They really didn’t like it and got quite angry. And let me be very clear: these are not Walt Disney birds of the forest, smelling of berries. They are wild, vicious predators the size of a backpack and they stink of fish. They slowly moved forwards and spent the night sitting near the bow. Some hills are not worth dying on, so I was happy with the compromise and only gave them a whack if one of them forgot the rules and moved aft. We have blustery conditions with two reefs in the main and heavy reefs in the headsail. There is...
Well, the last 24 hours have been interesting. And I don't like interesting or exciting when I am sailing. I like boring and repetitive. Exciting generally means something terrible is about to happen if you're not careful. It turned out the water pump we replaced yesterday isn’t an exact drop-in replacement as they said it was, which was actually a good thing in a way. We can now confirm that we do have a plumbing issue and we are losing water somewhere. The intermittent cycling of the original pump had largely been put down to a faulty diaphragm, and the new pump worked perfectly, which of course reinforced the original diagnosis. And the original diagnosis was correct. But we now know there is a faulty diaphragm in addition to the plumbing issue. We had already investigated the suspected leak and didn’t find anything. It’s extremely hard to find dripping water in a wet bilge, and you can’t hear it because we are surrounded by splashing water. So it was with some horror that ...