Cutty Hunk
Shelena
Phil Scourfield
Thu 18 Aug 2016 09:20
18th August, 2016
So a month after staying at Newport and a short hop to the Hinckley Yard we
were again on our way to explore more that the US could offer for we
sailors. Our month at Newport was fully engaged in repairs. More electronic
work unfinished from Beaufort was needed. The problem I encountered was that
nobody locally really could fully survey the yacht. It becomes a games of
specialists that know about certain equipment like Raymarine followed by
somebody else from say Mastervolt. Nobody has the full range of skills to do
everything; except the manufacturer. Fortunately. Oyster Yachts have an
office at Rhode Island and their assistance invaluable at our time of need.
However, even that support only goes so far. However, we did get the yacht
lifted to confirm that the hull fittings were as the diver had reported.
When we departed in mid-August we were more confident that the yacht was now
in good shape. One thing that troubled us was whether the fridge should have
light? Most do. Ours certainly did not and we could see no light inside.
Doubt about the light could only be resolved by Oyster contacting the
manufacturer. It turns out that there should indeed be alight and it is
concealed. The part had to be ordered from Italy to be sent to Oyster for
later fitting. Funny how doubt can arise on such a simple matter of fridge
lighting.
The sail to Cutty Hunk was short. Only about 23 Nm. A nice spot to get away
from everyday hassle. Our treat was to buy an pre-cooked lobster with butter
sauce to take back to Shelena which was anchored a short dingy ride away.
The small conurbation offered ice cream besides the lobster as the only
apparent alternative to staying at a small hotel for food. We thought it
nice to go back next morning for Breakfast at the one place that offered it
on our wedding anniversary. Sadly, a wasted effort because it was so busy we
were too impatient to await a table. We were eager to move on a further
short hop to the famous Martha's Vineyard where Presidents' holidayed and
where we hoped to find a suitable restaurant for a nice dinner. Oh dear! Not
our day!
To be continued...
Phil