Firebird Flies the Nest

After 2 years, 2 months and 2 x 2 days, our custodianship over Firebird has come to an end and it's time for her to continue her journey without us.  We haven't thrown in the cruising towel, in fact, it's quite the opposite and we're looking forward to continuing our trip more than ever.  It just won't be with Firebird from now on.

Firebird, as we first found her at Noss Marina, Dartmouth

When we got metaphorically and physically shaken up in heavy weather between Portugal and the Canary Islands, we decided that we would never put ourselves in 'that' situation again.  What, however, was 'that' situation?  After a good long think, it boiled down to being scared that our boat was vulnerable to suffering serious, potentially critical damage by the conditions we were experiencing in open water.

After transportation by road to Shepperton Marina.  A beautiful place 20 miles up the Thames from London

This gave us three options:

1. Stop our sailing adventure in the Canary Islands and become landlubbers again
2. Make one more offshore passage, or hire a skipper and crew to do so for us, and dive into the Med, to only ever make day sails with fair conditions forecast
3. Change boats

The Dark Ages.  Until I installed new lighting,
we could barely see below decks after dark

Following a pep talk from our dear and trusted friends Warren and Faye, aboard Moonshine, it became immediately clear that options 1 and 2 were out of the question.  We enjoy living on a boat and the cruising lifestyle too much.  We wouldn't be happy being restricted to day sailing as we do actually enjoy the longer ones and the freedom of being able to go wherever we like in the world.  They even tried to convince us that option 3 wasn't necessary, but for us, it was.


Firebird is very well made.  We knew this and Warren, who has an encyclopaedic knowledge of boat design and construction, confirmed it.  As engineers have come to better understand GRP (Glass Reinforced Plastic, or fibreglass), manufacturing methods have improved, profit margins have become ever more important, buyers demand higher and higher performance, so hull thickness has decreased.  Firebird doesn't have this problem.  Built in 1985, she is old enough that her hull was over-engineered.

Even though Firebird is well made and can stand up to a great deal of punishment, we could never sleep soundly when cruising offshore, even when we weren't getting battered by a storm.  This wasn't her fault, it's just modern yacht design coupled with our cautiousness and active imaginations.  On the whole, design considerations seem to have leant more towards performance than safety these days.  This obviously doesn't mean that modern boats aren't safe.  Of the potential catastrophes that would be running through my mind while I was off watch, trying to sleep, most of the thousands of modern fibreglass yachts that sail across oceans each year don't experience any.  On the other hand, sometimes they do, with tragic consequences.  Maybe we were about to be the one boat per decade that runs over a floating whale carcass that forces the keel up through the hull.

Stepping the mast at South Dock Marina, London

Some people think we're crazy for worrying about Firebird letting us down, but it just turns out that sailing offshore with a spade rudder, fin keel, saildrive and no redundancy in the rig isn't for us.  I imagine that the biggest causing factor of loss of yachts has nothing to do with their design and is more likely due to poor seamanship and navigation.  Although we can try to rationalise the risks as much as we like, what ultimately matters is whether we drop off to sleep when our head hits the pillow while under way.  So we decided that poor Firebird, who has served us so well over the last couple of years, had to go.

Our first trip in Trinity, our tender.  Trusty Yammy (the outboard) powers us along Limehouse Cut, London, to a breakfast stop

Actually selling her was an unbelievably painless process.  We were imagining that, especially in the current second hand boat market, it would take a long time and we would almost have to give her away.

Something tells me Firebird was over loaded!  This is the
new waterline after we had removed our belongings

Kate put an advert on Milanuncios, the Spanish Gumtree equivalent (if you don't know what that is either, Mum, it's essentially an online classifieds section).  She did this a day or two before we set sail from Fuerteventura to Tenerife.  The advert ambiguously said that Firebird was "in the Canary Islands".  Unbeknownst to us, while we were sailing  to Tenerife, we received an email from someone called Saul, replying to our advert.  He wanted to know where Firebird was, for a viewing.  Guess where Saul lived?  Tenerife!

Saul even wanted to keep Firebird in the marina that we were currently in.  He had been looking for a replacement yacht since he sold his previous one three years earlier and hadn't found anything that he liked.  It was meant to be!

Saul doing a thorough job of cleaning and repainting

To cut a short story shorter, Saul bought Firebird and we signed her away a few days after David and Pauline had flown home.  We couldn't very well sell our home from under ourselves while we were supposed to be receiving visitors!

I think that both parties were happy with the final price we agreed on and Kate and I were really glad that Firebird will have a great new life in Tenerife.  Saul is a really nice guy and a very competent sailor as well as being handy when it comes to the maintenance side of things.  He has been keeping us updated with the work he has been doing to keep Firebird looking her best.  He doesn't currently have any plans for sailing further afield than the Canaries, but you never know what the future holds and in any case, we're sure that Firebird will be more than happy to live in the sunny Canary Islands where there will always be plenty of wind to fill her sails.  We wish Saul and Firebird many happy years together and, of course, fair winds.

The last time we saw Firebird.  Kate with Saul at Marina San Miguel