Current Location: St Anne Anchorage, Martinique
Well, we are still here. This week has been the story of a
water pump, friends and boat ownership.
First off, the water pump. Regular readers (I do believe
there are some) will know that the water pump on Petronella has been a problem
since we bought her. This is the pump that bolts onto the crankshaft. Rotation
of the crankshaft turns an impeller that pumps water from the sea through a
heat exchanger and back into the sea via the exhaust. The heat exchanger plays
the same role as the radiator on a car, cooling the fresh water that keeps the
engine from overheating. We have two of these pumps, neither of which is really
functioning any longer. Each time one breaks I try to rebuild it using
replacement parts and bits from the other one. This time I think it is past
mending. Just when we are trying to sell her too. So, you might think – buy a
replacement. Yes and no. These pumps it seems have been out of production for
more than 25 years and I can’t find a second hand one either. So we need a new
type. Boaties love this sort of problem so everyone has been chipping in with
their chosen solution. In the end we opt for a Johnson F6B-9 as the solution.
Here’s a lovely picture of them both.
| Old pump still in place on the crankshaft |
| New pump in St Martin prior to shipping (thanks Alex!) |
Meanwhile things are moving forward with boat sale although
unfortunately we have withdrawn from our purchase of Tiger Lily as the owners
were not prepared to do the required investigation work. Our mate John A though
still seems very keen to buy Petronella. It’s all looking promising but we
still have the water pump, survey, insurance and registration issues to finalise.
Fingers crossed. Meanwhile we have started sorting out documentation and things
that we will need to take back to the UK if and when she sells.
Finally we’ve had Dave and Vera over here for the week. D+V
live next to our house in Cumbria and are frequent visitors to Petronella. This
could be their last time aboard her. They hired a car for the week which not
only allowed us to take the liferaft into Le Marin for service and to chase up
waterpump bits but also to explore the island a bit. Martinique is tres, tres
Francais (sp?) and very varied. Fort de France the capital feels more like an
extremely busy western European capital and with the petrol drivers’ strike on
Wednesday we could have been in France itself.
Outside of the capital though it’s a mixture of beaches,
small rather scruffy small towns, the famous St Pierre with its volcano, and super
green, jungly jungle. We’ve seen it all this week. Mount Pelee is the third
most dangerous volcano in the world – well that’s what they call it because in
1902 it erupted after weeks of rumbling, killing over 30,000 people. Even today
it looms over the town. Only one guy, so the story goes, survived. He was in
solitary confinement in the town gaol. He was rescued 4 days later when people
managed to get to him and let him out. He subsequently became a star act with
Bertrams circus, displaying his burns and recounting his story.
| The solitary confinement cell where the only survivor of the earthquake was found, days later |
| Up in the jungly jungle. Poisson with refried beans, rice and dasheen, a root vegetable. Plenty of carbs! |
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