Sail Measurements
Jan. 3rd, 2026 02:34 pmWhile this looks pretty, it also provides performance information on the sail—you can measure the camber of the sail, its draft location using a cellphone based app to see if your in the zone for the sail. In this case, I was a bit off, with the top tells already starting to stall.
I also use this for measuring the aging of the sail, to know when they'd make better bags than boat propulsion equipment.
I also use this for measuring the aging of the sail, to know when they'd make better bags than boat propulsion equipment.
The sewn eye on my jib sheets has become one of those small upgrades that quietly transforms the sailing experience. By stitching a clean, reinforced loop directly into the red braided line, I’ve eliminated bulky knots and created a smoother, more reliable connection at the clew. The bright whipping adds strength and a touch of character, while the low‑profile loop glides effortlessly during every tack. It’s a simple refinement, but it reflects real care in rigging and a love for well‑made gear. Little details like this remind me how satisfying thoughtful seamanship can be.
Two years ago, sailing the arc from Rome to Naples and the islands between, there was this one quiet moment: Ponza — I think — appearing between the rigging, pale cliffs rising out of the haze. Nothing dramatic—just the boat moving, the sun warm, the sea steady. But that single view still holds the whole trip in it.
A Brief Memory of City of Truro
Dec. 29th, 2025 12:32 pmAnother blogger’s photo of a related locomotive pulled me straight back to a long‑ago visit to the train museum in York, where I first stood in front of 3717 City of Truro.
I remember the cool air of the hall, the not-faint smell of oil, and the quiet hum of people moving around the exhibits. City of Truro had a presence that stopped me mid‑stride — elegant lines, polished brass, and that unmistakable Great Western green. Even without nostalgia to lean on, it was impossible not to feel its significance.
Seeing that sibling locomotive in![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
loganberrybunny post brought the moment back with surprising clarity. Amazing how a single image can reopen a memory you didn’t realize had settled so deeply.
I remember the cool air of the hall, the not-faint smell of oil, and the quiet hum of people moving around the exhibits. City of Truro had a presence that stopped me mid‑stride — elegant lines, polished brass, and that unmistakable Great Western green. Even without nostalgia to lean on, it was impossible not to feel its significance.
Seeing that sibling locomotive in
loganberrybunny post brought the moment back with surprising clarity. Amazing how a single image can reopen a memory you didn’t realize had settled so deeply.
Spent the evening at a friend’s place—another sailor gearing up for the season. We traded plans for boat tweaks, from small fixes to ambitious upgrades, both of us already half‑living in the months ahead.
The surprise highlight was dinner. I learned a new way to cook steak on a wood stove: steady heat, smoke pulled cleanly away by the draft, and a perfect, subtle wood‑fired flavor. Simple, clever, and absolutely delicious.
Good boats, good talk, good food. A solid night.
The surprise highlight was dinner. I learned a new way to cook steak on a wood stove: steady heat, smoke pulled cleanly away by the draft, and a perfect, subtle wood‑fired flavor. Simple, clever, and absolutely delicious.
Good boats, good talk, good food. A solid night.
