B-log ~ January 2013

January 2013

Read of our troubles with the Mainsail from Hell

January 21 SPLASH…


What a joyous, anxious moment when Banyandah touched the sea after her seven months standing high and dry at Oyster Cove Marina, Tasmania. Our intrepid lady had withstood freezing winter gales then blistering summer heat while she patiently awaited her return to the element she loves most – the sea. It brings her life and allows her to wander to faraway lands – The sea that brings beauty, excitement, and knowledge to all brave souls aboard her.

Getting her ready to splash, Jack and Jude laboured eight tiring weeks repairing and improving their treasure while living aboard, going up and down a vertical ladder dozens of times everyday. That tested our physical strength, the metal rungs toughening our hands while our balance got tested during the two weeks we worked upon single board scaffolding sanding and repainting her topsides.

Being shoestring sailors we cannot afford to hire specialists to do the work. For us, it’s do it ourselves, or don’t do it at all. That’s okay. At least we know our boat intimately, her strengths, and weaknesses, and we reap the reward that it was done with our sweat and dedication. That’s not for everyone. But it’s the way Jack and Jude have lived their lives and even though it’s all getting a bit harder as we age, we will continue to slog it out while we can.

Work completed:
First, we had some above water hull repairs to make. Ferro-cement has its unique problem of embedded steel rusting, and on Banyandah we have a few repeat offenders that need attention every three or four years.

Every window on Banyandah was resealed. One in the cockpit leaked a titch, and has discoloured the laminated safety glass, but two up forward dribble when pounding to weather, so the whole lot were resealed.

Painting the topsides was by far the most difficult and time consuming task. Eight years ago, when rebuilding Banyandah, we had sprayed Jotun AS Hard Top. Unfortunately, no matter how much retarder thinners we added to this product, it could not be brushed or rolled without leaving horrible brush marks. That experiment forced a re-sand of one side.

Switching to single pack enamel, we bought four litres of Wattyl BR22 industrial gloss in a new shade of blue for a very reasonable price. Getting up at dawn to escape the breeze and hot sun, we tried painting over the old colour in one heavy rolled and tipped coat. This was also disastrous, requiring yet another re-sand of the other side.

Painting dark colours exposed to Tasmania’s harsh elements is difficult. Few days are windless. The quietest time is generally just after dawn, but it is still a bit nippy then so the paint tends not to flow. And if we waited for the sun’s warmth, the dark topsides soon heated up which evaporates the paint’s solvent, setting it up.

It took several mornings to eventually roll out an acceptable coating. It’s not perfect, but the hull is well protected with high gloss. Our neighbour John arrived after the Christmas break and after looking at Banyandah immediately began inspecting his hull. “I’m looking for overspray,” he said, turning to us. He couldn’t believe we’d rolled the coating.

With the hull repainted, the decks now looked untidy, so we scrubbed them to remove loose coatings and contaminants. Jude gave them two coats of acrylic driveway paint. We used fresh sandblasting grit for antiskid; it’s clean, salt free and sharp, and feels great under foot. The jury is still out on the long-term suitability of acrylic.

Mast work was high on our list after the new TIDES MARINE track arrived, and sliding the new track up our old one went very smoothly with a spray of liquid detergent. Then we trial fitted our new sail, the Mainsail from Hell as it has turned out – more on that later.

To save our new mainsail from chafing against the lower stays, we purchased 35 m of black nylon high-pressure air hose that will not break down with UV. Overcoming the problem of splitting it to allow wrapping it around the stays was solved by new friend Tom. An industrial electrician, he loaned us his rather robust wire stripper. This we set clamped between two timbers that had tubing sized holes bored and aligned to the stripper’s blade and guided the tubing while I pulled it through concentrating on cutting a straight line.

Chuffed by my efforts, I vigorously pushed the split tubing over the lower stays, where it closed around them perfectly. But on the longer intermediates I was forced to push even harder until a sound like a rotten rag ripping was suddenly followed by sharp pain. Damn! I’d torn another of my aging shoulder muscles. Bugger! More winch cranking power gone. In its place, dull pain at night, sharp jabs during the day.

As Tom had loaned us his work van, we took a break after that occurred, visiting friends at Strahan on Tasmania’s West Coast. There we hooked a ride up the Gordon River with dear friend Captain Trevor Norton on Stormbreaker while he picked up another load of rafters at Sir John Falls. We highly recommend this voyage to all looking for the most beautiful adventure in Tasmania. Tell Megs at The Crays on the Esplanade that Jack and Jude sent you. She’ll look after you like family.

Invigorated again, we drove back to face our final tasks. Judith recoated the cork cabin sole with Feast Watson satin varnish after giving the panels a good scrub and sand with 180 grit paper. This gives our cork floors a soft lustre that is antiskid. Meanwhile, I unbolted the cockpit floor exposing our vintage Perkins six cylinder diesel. Down in that cavern I reinstalled the injectors I’d serviced at home, changed the fuel and oil filters then drained the 12 litres of old oil from the sump before hand pumping it into containers. After that I refilled our 70 HP engine with fresh 30 W monograde oil and the gearbox got some new oil too. Next, while greasing the pumps I remembered our troubles in 2008. We’d overheated battling down the WA coast, so I removed the engine’s heat exchanger, took it down to the water tap by the slip, unbolted its end covers and flushed it clean. Finding plenty of ribbon grass in the raw water strainer, it got a good clean out too.

Antifouling Banyandah’s vast underwater area was our last chore. We have used Altex #5 since relaunching Banyandah in 2005. It works amazingly well keeping shell off our lady. We have found two heavy coats, with another along her waterline and rudder, protects her for two years. All up, we put on 18 litres using a heavy nap roller.

After morning coffee on Monday the 21st, smiling Phil and his blue ‘travelift’ slowly crept in to surround our lady. Its engine roared, Banyandah jiggled trying to rise from her cradle. Was she ready to leave? Not quite, a side arm held her back. Overcoming this delay, she was soon poised over the water she craved with us getting rather anxious. Would her engine start and run sweetly? Would we find any leaks? Would we remember how to drive out the narrow confines after seven months off boat duty?


Like counting off systems before launching a spacecraft, we mentally worked thorough our lists. With all valves closed, the travelift engine roared again and Banyandah sank serenely towards the briny. When the flat surface of sea had risen to within 50mm of our waterline, our lady danced in apparent glee. Clamouring on board, the first impact was how low to the water we felt. That vista unleashed untold memories, and in that instant I again became Cap’n Jack, master of the Banyandah. Without conscious thought, Jude checked bilges forward, while I slid into the engine space to open the raw water seacock. A nod from Jude had me reaching for the ignition key, and without hesitation the old donk kicked back to life. The first piston fired, then a steady thump, and delighted I watched the oil pressure hit its mark then jumped to watch if seawater escaped with the engine exhaust. Right alongside me, Jude murmured her concern at the dry exhaust. But I only had to say, “wait” when out poured cooling water. At that moment we once again became a go anywhere adventure machine.

But not all is sugar coated. Our Mainsail from Hell has become a monster and we are battling with its maker over doing the right thing. We’re in a spot as the sail is not to our specifications; we feel it is too weak and difficult to work for blue-water sailing. What we want is what we ordered, but according to Martin Padilla of Somerset Sails, Cap’n Jack is an extortionist trying to get a free sail. Blimey! He already has our money. Have a look and tell us what you think.

A final note, I’ve dug deep for a short story from the good ol days when our boys sailed around the world with us. The One That Got Away is high seas action family style.

Wishing you warm favourable breezes till next time,



7 1/2 months on hard standat Oyster Cove Kettering Tasmania

7 1/2 months on Hard Stand at Oyster Cove, Kettering, Tasmania

First pics -~- from our GoPro Hero 3

First Collage from our GoPro Black. This is wide angle.

First Collage from our GoPro Black. This is wide angle.



Let’s start the year off with a bang, shall we. Normally we wish everyone well for the coming 52 weeks, but instead, we’d rather issue a warning that not all sailmakers are good sailmakers. ( Go straight to the problem )

You’d think after forty years afloat we’d be wary and smart, but maybe we were naive or just plain foolish when we chose a New York sailmaker to make Banyandah’s new mainsail.

new mainsail

Poorly Constructed Mainsail – Not to Specs

Jack and Jude have always been shoestring sailors. On our budget, new sails have been as rare as an inheritance from a rich aunty, and only vaguely do we remember purchasing a few new headsails from Lee Sails back in the 70s. Banyandah’s first suit of sails were made by a friend, but the rest that have taken us around the world and around almost every ocean came to us second hand. Like the mainsail that circumnavigated Australia and took us three times across the Great Southern Ocean under Australia, it came from Egyptian fishermen who had salvaged it off a wrecked French yacht. That sail has now powered Banyandah more than twenty thousand miles and is showing its age.

Jack and Jude may also be showing their age, but the good news is, unlike our youth when all we had was Banyandah, we now have a couple more assets. So we thought we’d splurge and buy a brand new mainsail that would last out our sailing days. This one would be heavy duty, encompass all the new features including full-length battens, be easy to reef, and so well built, Jude could put away her worn sewing needles and save her work hardened hands for more pleasant tasks like cuddling her man.

Sail Slides higgledy-piggledy

Sail Slides higgledy-piggledy

Somerset Sails came to our attention through one of the Cruising Forums with positive remarks that included value for money which put them on the list of who received our new sail specifications. The range of quotations amazed us. Australia’s high wages put their prices beyond our reach at two to three times those from Taskers and Lee Sails. But right down with those Asian sailmakers was Somerset Sails, and the good exchange rate had us negotiating further with them.

Martin, the owner of Somerset Sails, is easy to contact via his toll free number and during our initial chat, I learnt that he had worked for North Sails. I also discovered we’d both grown up in LA. Maybe that should have set alarm bells ringing, but it had an opposite effect. Martin said he’d build us a heavy duty mainsail, and even offered to include our new logo in his quoted price. He also said he was the agent for the Tides Track System and could offer us a substantial discount on it.

Investigating the Tides Track System found great reviews from many and it fit our philosophy of keeping systems simple. In the end, it was Martin’s offer of this system at such a good price that won him the job.

Read on to the PROBLEM

Or see the photos of a poorly made sail

What do you think? Comments welcome.


B-log ~ January 2013 — 1 Comment

  1. G’day Jack and Jude,

    Keep a weather eye out for the good ship SKIE (spending kids’ inheritance early), a husky Nordhavn 55 expedition motor yacht. We’re leaving Hobart tomorrow, 1 Feb., with the aim of doing a clockwise circumnavigation of Tassie over the next two weeks.

    Hope we will meet up with you between now and Feb. 15 when we hope to return to Hobart. If we do, we’re good for a glass or two of wine or a beer so stop by and say hello.

    Good sailing and thanks for your fine guide which we will be using on our trip.

    Best regards,

    Milt Baker, Fort Lauderdale, FL

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