“I’m Sorry!”

Did ya know….

A long long (long long) time ago there was an archery competition where people came from afar to watch and to participate. The first competitor/archer set a young boy with an apple on his head at a distance of 50 meters. Pulls back on his bow, takes aim and “bam!” shoots the apple off the kids head. The crowd goes wild and the archer presents himself and says “I am Robin Hood!”

The next dude comes around, sets the boy and apple at 100 meters, pulls, aims, “Bam!” and shoots the apple off the kids head. The crowd is ecstatic and the archer presents himself, “I am Legolas!”

Third dude comes around. Same deal but sets the kid and apple at 500 meters! Pulls back on his bow and takes aim while the crowd holds their breath. He lets the arrow fly and BAM!…  hits the kid between the eyes!! and the apple roles down the hill. He approaches the crowd in shock and says…I’m Sorry!”

And so am I. Even more now after writing that stupid story. What I AM sorry about is not writing anything for, pffff, 2 months(?)…since that Medicane. Which is darn right rude of me. So… I am sorry. (good thing I havent’ set up a Patreon…you’d be asking for your money back!)

Zoot Allures weathered the storm just fine with just some stuff scattered around in the cabin. I managed to get a few swims in and hauled out mid October. Various things have been going on so there has been very little “Zoot Time”. Excuses? Of course getting slammed at work, went to a party and had 3 scotches more than the cops approved (do the math) which cost me 700euro and 3months of my license, and Mom is aging and was in and out of the hospital. My, time fly’s when you’re having fun.

So ol’ Zoot is resting and drying. It’s takes 4 to 5 hours round trip with public transportation  to visit when I get a chance. But the CLC Pram is just about done!




I eventually used some cheep varnish and not the Epiphanes. It’s an experiment. So she’s done. All that’s left is to glue some Styrofoam under the seats for buoyancy. Easy peasy……. NOT! Working with Styrofoam sucks!!. mdeI glued some panels together with low expandingmde polyurethane, weighed them down, they slid apart, yada yada yada, then tried to saw them to shape but went with spatula heated over a butane burner… and that really stinks! Anyway, the basic shaping is done and have glued them to the bottom of the seats. davAll that’s left is some last shaping, epoxy coating, paint and bada boom. When I get my license back, we shall launch!



So that’s pretty much how this year is wrapping up. I’m down at the farmhouse with Mom, Sis, the nephew and his squeeze. And naturally dumb dog Panos who is concerned about the Xmas turkey. (how did he know it wouldn’t work out well. He’s deaf so I guess he knows more that we do)


So, here’s wishing you all a happy new year…there’s always room for improvement!


Stay tuned, and well, and kisses…

Capt Pete



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“Hold Fast”!

So it’s time to…….
“To bear down, grit it out, stay the course.
Originally a nautical term probably borrowed from the Dutch “houd vast” (hold tight) referring to the importance of securely gripping a ship’s rigging.
eg…Times are tough right now but we got to hold fast and ride it out.”
davWell…..officially my summer vacation is way over and I’m getting way slammed back at work 6 days a week and whine whine whine. davSo my Zoot Allures time has been rather limited. The weather had been quite nice and I’m still getting some swimming in with the small drawback of another ear infection. The days are getting shorter and the sunsets are moving from west to east. My horizon has a small mountain and within a week I lost a half an hour of sun!
But my major complaint is the weekly forecasts. I’ve been watching this turd of weather coming from the north in disbelief and was hoping it wasn’t going to be. But it “be” and it’s here and real and it sucks.
Screenshot_20180921-192502Screenshot_20180922-202202How do you like them apples. The temps dropped over 10 degreesC and it’s blowing a force 8 to 10. And all the weather apps agree. On Tuesday it began to blow but it wasn’t too bad. By the evening it seemed to be getting worst and by Wednesday morning it was scary. After work I blasted down to check up on things with a knot in my stomach. It was frightfully intense. I just stood there watching poor ol’ Zoot Allures dangle on her mooring.


That was yesterday, Wednesday. It’s Thursday now. I’m stuck at work but will head down again. The real bad stuff should end this evening and it will just be bad. If all goes well it will have been quite and experience. Remember the beginning of the summer when my mooring ropes and swivel were stolen and I replaced them…. hopefully everything happens for a reason.


Stay tuned and …stop blowing so freaking hard!

Capt Pete

ps… You know what’s really dandy? Apparently there is a Mediterranean cyclone heading our way this weekend!  Just dandy!


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It was late Sunday afternoon. There was only a breath of wind which had died down from an annoyingly fresh south-easterly which wasn’t suppose to be. Everything was quieting down…tomorrow’s Monday morning officially kills most peoples summer vacation.

On the horizon shining from the opposing  setting sun I see a ship approaching, obviously different from all the others hurrying to get back from their Sunday hobby spin.  Two masts became obvious, but something differed. It couldn’t be a ketch or yawl but only a schooner. How exciting! Will she keep course and anchor near by?

And indeed she did. Soon the booms became apparent. Huge and long with beautiful red covers. Then it was obvious the masts were unstayed, fat at the bottom, tapering to the sky with the fore mast at the tip of the bow. This is undisputedly a Junk Rig, a fetish of mine since reading the most influential book that got me in this sailing “mess”, “Voyaging on a small Income” by Annie Hill.

“Unless you are already living on the uttermost boundaries of … Western Civilization, you should read … Hill’s book with greatest caution.”  —Tom Cunliffe

IMG_20180826_193851_resized_20180828_104829372As they ghosted by me, I bowed a welcome jester to the sailor leaning on the forward boom digging the sunset, watching and signaling to the helms-woman where to anchor, as two dogs scattered around seemingly eager to get ashore. No thrills no frills they dropped anchor  nice and close.  Soon they lowered their tender and all went ashore.

The next morning drinking my cockpit coffee,  I admired Somnambule. A 14meters steel schooner rigged as a junk.



IMG_20180827_085654_resized_20180828_104829894This is no ordinary boat. I was hoping to get to meet them but alas after their (I’m assuming) morning dog walk, they started their engine and ghosted out just as slowly and quietly as they arrived. I immediately hit the net and got that  Somnambule is a person who sleepwalks, and I like that… they were so slow indiscreet and quiet. They also have a website which google says is in German so I’m missing out on their scoop. Hopefully Somnambule and Zoot Allures will cross paths again!

sdrFeeling a bit sad and lonely with the idea of going back to work looming in my mind, the swans came by. One approached, said a few swan words, flipped me the swan finger and paddled away on one foot. W.T.F!!

Have I overstayed my welcome??

Stay tuned,

Capt Pete

ps… errr…I dunno!

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