The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond

I mentioned in a previous post that I had received a notification from the Japan Pension Service that I was going to get a state pension. It has been a complex business but is now sorted out.

Here is a sub plot. Mitsuba san is a sailmaker and boat cover maker and he is going to make me a tailor-made cover for the boat. He comes by on Monday and starts measuring up the boat for its new set of clothes. There will be several fittings before the bespoke cover is finished.

We have a lot of fun. The next day the estimate comes and it is a lot of money, about $1000. Oh dear, in my diminished circumstances I try to avoid expensive stuff but I really have no alternative and, although I have no bespoke suits, my boat will have one.

This morning, I get a letter from the Japan Pension Service saying they will deposit 120,000¥ in my bank account, apparently for back payments.

Yay! This covers the cost of my, er, cover. I have always been tremendously lucky.

A huge typhoon is roaring towards mainland Japan, which will certainly mess up the Rugby World Cup. It will miss us, but even at the edge, we are starting to feel the effects.

I predict bad weather by bird behavior. Golden Plovers and Kentish Plovers suddenly congregate on grassy space near the shore.

I hope Scotland can play Japan despite the typhoon. I do not know who to support.

The propeller shaft passes through the stern tube and in the stern tube there are bearings that allow the shaft to spin freely, er I think. The tube has to be packed with grease. To do so, I use one of my favorite systems on the boat, the stern tube greaser. It is very Victorian article made of brass which, when you turn the handle on top, forces grease through a pipe into the stern tube.

The cylinder only contains a tiny amount of grease that is probably 20 or more years old. I take great pleasure in refilling the tube with brand new grease.

Safe in the knowledge that my my stern tube greaser is in tip top condition, I go for a wonderful sail. Nagannu Island is the biggest of a collection of sand islands that lie about half way between the Kerama Islands and Okinawa. This is my destination. It is a glorious day, blue, blue and 30 degrees.

On the way out the wind is light but all the same we manage a steady 3 knots. There are quite big swells but the Norfolk Gypsy is in no way concerned. The only things that concern me are the huge cargo ships and ferries that thunder up and down the main shipping lane off Okinawa.

When you see them approaching, it seems inevitable that they will smash right into you but by the time you get close they always seem to miss.

It takes about 2 1/2 hours to get to Nagannu and there the wind says goodbye and we flop around for a while. Expecting a long slow journey home I turn around and head back to Okinawa. Immediately the wind gets up, the sea gets up and off we go. The wind has turned and is now blowing pretty much from where we want to get to. I expect several tacks, but to my delight, the Norfolk Gypsy points much better into the wind that I had anticipated and we hurtle across at 5 to 6 knots. It is an exhilarating sail and the stuff that I have dreamed of for the last couple of years of restoration.

It takes 1 hour 15 minutes to get back to the bouys at the entrance of Ginowan Marina. There, mysteriously, the wind disappears and I fire up the mighty Yanmar 1GM. What joy to have reliable and reasonably powerful engine to take you home.

A wonderful day at sea. This is October. Notice the flag in the video to see how close she is sailing to the wind, I mean for those sailors amongst you.

Er, this is a pretty technical rigging post, feel free not to read.

The shrouds on my boat are steel cables that are attached to the top of the mast. One goes to the port side of the boat, one to the starboard and one to the bow. The one to the bow is called the forestay. They hold up the mast and are under great stress when sailing. They are attached to the boat by lashings, in my case super strong dyneema cord. The badly missed Nick set up all my shrouds expertly in May. https://thequietripple.com/2019/05/08/shroud/

I have now done quite a bit of sailing and the boat has behaved impeccably with no breakage. However the shrouds have become increasingly sloppy, they flap around like anything. This has to be fixed.

I am baffled as to why the shrouds have become so floppy. Can steel cables stretch? It is true that they have been lying around inactive for maybe 15 years and have only been put under tension in my last couple of weeks sailing. I can imagine them stretching a few millimeters but not the several centimeters needed to induce the existing slack. Maybe it is the dyneema lashings that have stretched.

Anyway I re-lash, I think the first time I have used that verb, all the shroud lashings.

I hope they stay tight.

I went to a dinner last night with great trepidation. That afternoon, whilst I had been sailing, Japan played Ireland in the Rugby World Cup. I was terrified that someone would blurt out the result before I got to see the game. No one did and late at night I watched one of the best games ever. Ireland are one of the top teams in the world, Japan are not. Japan won. This is a huge upset based on courage, skill, endurance, teamwork, you know, the right stuff.

Sometimes a sporting event is a wonderful definition of national character. Japan be proud. Gambatte!

During the day, I went sailing but there was little wind. Great to be on the water.

I open a letter this morning that looks very official. On the envelope, Japan Pension Service is written. Inside there appears to be some sort of cheque.

I have made no effort to apply for a Japanese pension. It appears that mills have been grinding very small somewhere. I interpret this a me getting 33,238¥ a month. Thank you. Mind you, I did pay a lot of tax. I will get a Japanese buddy to read all the accompanying documentation, maybe it is a bill.

To continue the happiness, I go sailing. Finally a beautiful day.

I have to motor the last bit against the wind into the harbor as I must rush back home to be there for the Amazon delivery of a tube of grease for the drive shaft bearings.

I then watch World Cup rugby. Pretty good day.

Great plans for sailing overturned by the still very churned up sea post typhoon.

Not to worry as Okubo san comes for a very long lazy picnic on the boat. It is fun.

People drop by for a chat. The best is Kozzy san who turns out to make covers for boats! He says he can make a cover for mine. After all the hassle I have been through trying to get a cover, a guy just turns up by the boat. Perfect timing as Tomomi was there to translate! Life is good.

No one was very concerned with the storm; until it arrived that is. It had been sold as a bit of a gale but it suddenly morphed into a full blown, pun, typhoon.

Winds of 90 knots were recorded at the marina. On the day of the typhoon it was far too dangerous to drive down to check on the boat but today I got there bright and early.

The cover had been shredded all the eyelets that attached it to the hull were pulled out and it was hanging over the side. The cockpit, bilges and cabin were full of rain water and she was very low in the water. The Norfolk Gypsy is not a good boat for Okinawa unless it has an excellent cover. Fingers crossed that I will get a cover from England soon.

Due to the recurring flooding of the boat, I am now very well set up with pumps.

Watch the movie full screen and highest definition possible.

More bad weather coming in.

So, I rig my home-made tarpaulin cockpit cover which should keep out most of the rain. Apparently there will be gusts up to 80 knots and I dread the whole thing will tear off.

I have had great difficulty finding anyone who can make me a canvas made-to-measure cover. Having established that there is not a viable Okinawan option, I turned to England. I was passed like a parcel from place to place with no progress. I finally contacted a Norfolk Gypsy owner in Essex whom I had noticed has a very solid looking cover. He has been very helpful and has put me in touch with the person who made his cover. It looks like this person will be able to make the same for me. Fingers crossed.

You can always tell a storm is coming because flocks of Golden Plovers turn up on flatland close to the shore.

Anyway, change of subject; I have to get rid of my old rice cooker. I amble up to the village office where they give me a delightful sticker in exchange for 300¥. This I stick to the old cooker and leave it outside for the garbage men. So easy.

This is a high speed scrapbook of stuff from my recent trip to Europe. It is really a personal archive so I don’t forget. The trip was dominated by my Mother’s cremation nevertheless I got in a lot of other stuff. Thank you so much to all of you who extended such wonderful hospitality.

Landed at Heathrow very early to be met by my ever charitable brother Alan who got up very early.

We went to see his daughter, my niece, Emma and her kids.

Back to Alan’s in Stony Stratford where I ate a lot of pies.

Then to Geneva. I stay the night with Jeremy and set off very early by train to Bellegarde, where I am picked up by bestest friend Zandra.

Two days with Zandra, her daughter Lauren, Lauren’s husband Andy and their twin daughters.

Bliss.

Back to Geneva where I dine with Greta, one of the best ever communication fellows at OIST. https://thequietripple.com/2017/03/25/great-is-an-anagram-of-which-womans-name/

Fantastic day with Jeremy. We go to Evian for Filets de Perche beside the lake.

We go to Jeremy’s studio in Bernex, a small ski station above Evian. We take a telesiege up high and go for a walk. Too beautiful. Then we drive back to the lake for a swim.

Back to England for the cremation Very early flight but again I am picked up. This time by very charitable Barry. I stay with sister Rosie. Barry and Rosie have the most beautiful house in the world. We eat incredibly well.

Then to London to stay with Ian and Ann. They feed me so well and take me to a chandlery where I pick up lots of bits for the boat. They also have shorts that fit my very un-Japanese bottom.

Back to Okinawa. I get in very late after 20 hours of travel. The car would not start.

During my absence I missed Arisa’s farewell party. Boo. She was a wonderful colleague who did so much to establish OIST’s reputation.

Europe is amazing. I must spend more time there. Thanks everybody.

For the last few months I have noticed that the food I prepare has tasted strange.

This was particularly evident in a pig’s foot terrine that I cooked last weekend. Each time I tasted it during the very long simmering period, it needed more salt. So I added more salt from the plastic bag of salt that I use for cooking.. When it came to eating it, it tasted very odd and I had to sprinkle even more salt on it from a salt cellar.

Yesterday, I spilled some salt from the bag and instinctively licked it off my hand. It was not salt. It was sugar.

How many bags of sugar have I consumed, thinking it was salt?

Being illiterate does not help with weight loss.