I was just starting to warm to Jon …and then he goes and does this !
:0)
A different style again with ‘sailing verity’ …..nice….peaceful, and just as it is.
We had a great time over on the Tollesbury Marshes this morning ….saw my first Perigrine !! and two Marsh Harriers fighting in the sky……it don ‘t get much better than that !
Cheers,
Richard
Don’t be too hard on John. I got into sailing because of fishing so there is hope yet. When I was young My father had a heart attack and in the aftermath was told by his Doctor to take up a relaxing pass time. So he bought a rod and a subscription to a freshwater angling club. But like you my dad did not like killing things. Neither did I. Fishing with my Dad was one of my favourite things. But killing things wasn’t. So I never put any bait on my hook. After a bit my Dad decided that freshwater fishing wasn’t for him. He decided that the best thing would be to go sea fishing and to eat what we caught. It seemed more in the natural hunter gatherer way of things. So we both bought beachcasters. We never caught anything and decided that was because the fish were about 10 feet further out than we could cast. So when my dad came into a very small sum of money he bought a hull and an engine and we fitted out our day cruiser. I loved the boating more than the fishing. So that and your blog is why 30 years later I bought a Centaur. As for the fish well they were about 10 feet closer to the shore than we could safely navigate.
Lovely story , I like storys about dad’s and the past…
Warren
That mobo at 1:30 reminds me of Riis , now on the Deben. A proper gentlemans yacht.
W
The one thing I remember about mackerel was the taste seemed to spoil very quickly. You had to fillet and fry very soon. The next day was way to late as my boyhood fishing trips to the pier at Deal and returning home late with a dozen or so messy fish on the train and consuming the next day would attest to.
Only fresh caught and consumed on a boat were any good.
Cheers Warren
Why spoil a beautiful film with pictures of John killing fish–with such consciousness indifference to any ‘sporting’ concept of fair play. Makes no difference that they were ‘only herrings’ being caught.
Dylan, don’t change your content and leave out fishing or history. You are the cause of me currently fitting out a Mariner 17 as a micro cruiser. I have learnt a great deal about my country and its history from you. Might I suggest you locate a copy of the ‘Secret Rivers’ by Paul Heiney. I think you’d enjoy it as you both have a similarly whimsical style of presentation. Between the two of you I have been inspired to buy a small boat that can ditch crawl in 15 inches and a canoe that will float in 5. I stump up for your films whenever I can afford to because I honestly believe you are doing a good job.
My twin drop plates will follow in the wake of the triple keeled slug, the drop keel of Katie L and the twin fins of your Centaurs whenever possible. A Centaur has become my ultimate bucket list item. I respected them before I knew of you and now I believe them to be the perfect vessel for British waters. I find myself wondering how happy one would be entering the OSTAR with a Centaur as the steed of choice…
While I respect your personal choice not to fish, I’ve just bought my first fishing rod and a crab line. Fishing to feed myself is one thing, fishing for fun I cannot get my head around. Everyone’s different, you’ll never please us all so don’t try. Later in the year I will give both rod and line a try over the stern. I will never be in your league but I will film my own small adventures when I can – and YOU can take the blame for them.
Keep sailing left Dylan, may you keep raising the hook for years to come!
I think its great when you can take your time tacking in light airs, much more fun than motoring.
Did you consider going round the mull?
Paul
Hear, Hear!
Spot on post.
I just like the films as they are, they ‘re great and fun to see, very relaxing. Love being on a boat, love sailing, once i went together with my dad and a friend of him on the boat of this friend(steelmotorboat with double engines) out on the sea to fish, wel i did liked the time spent together with the men but the fishing i never understood what pleasure there can be, non for me that i can tell you, So years later i bought my first sailingyacht, and that moment i will never regret, being afloat is magical relaxing.
keep up the good work Dylan, love it
best regards
Dirk
I love the acoustic. Creak of rig and the bird song. Brilliant . The view down the boom. Red Genoa against the green of the hillside, just what you do so well. Thanks for keeping on keeping on, and long may you continue.
Julian
Love it all! The sound of birds, sailing shots, beutiful boats, sail and motor. I have learned a great deal anout your country from your narratives and hope to sail some of the same waters at some point. I like the fishing shots as well; it is part of life by the sea. There are worse things one can do to marine life in way of pollution and distruction of habitat and still be against fishing. For me there are few experiences as satisfaying as catching few fish after a day of sailing and sharing them with a friend. Trust Dylan judgement in putting the material together.
Beating down the loch with nothing but the bird song…