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18<br />
Flower sellers on the church steps, Guatemala<br />
‘ I remember an early<br />
log reading: Tamoure<br />
terrific, M terrified’<br />
www.oystermarine.com<br />
I should confess at this point that what we<br />
knew about boats 10 years ago was<br />
embarrassingly little. Less than two years<br />
after learning to sail we sold our house<br />
and contents, gave away our winter<br />
woollies and decided, on the basis of a<br />
few RYA courses and a delivery trip with<br />
six others, that we’d like to sail round the<br />
world. We’ve had a steep learning curve!<br />
Tamoure has been an excellent teacher;<br />
strong, kindly and forgiving, though she<br />
does like to be the centre of attention –<br />
and doesn’t give us much time off.<br />
When we bought her she looked a bit<br />
forbidding. Her hull was trimmed in black<br />
and all her canvas work was grey. In truth,<br />
we were a little afraid of her and not quite<br />
sure whether she was friend or foe, but<br />
once we changed her livery to green and<br />
gold she turned into a proper little girl and<br />
began developing her own character. Just<br />
like any little girl, she loves presents! She<br />
especially likes marinas because she<br />
understands the relationship between<br />
breaking things and getting new ones.<br />
There are shops where there are Marinas,<br />
though she doesn’t always approve of the<br />
Skipper’s fondness for trying the repair<br />
route first.<br />
When we arrived in New Zealand and<br />
bought a car we were worried she might<br />
get jealous of another form of transport, so<br />
were careful to reassure her we needed<br />
the car to transport those presents. That<br />
worked! She loved the year 2000. As well<br />
as new sails and canvas, she had her<br />
topsides painted, and emerged from the<br />
shed looking so stunning that she was<br />
immediately christened the Little Princess.<br />
Later that year she had major heart<br />
surgery when her engine was removed and<br />
the Skipper transformed the engine<br />
compartment from a grimy black hole into<br />
a gleaming white palace, trimmed in silver<br />
(sound proofing) fit for a Princess!<br />
With three different owners in her first six<br />
years, not surprisingly we inherited other<br />
people’s amendments, tweaks and addons,<br />
but ten years down the track all the<br />
tweaks are our own and we can blame no<br />
one else – as we could in the early days –<br />
if we haven’t quite got something right.<br />
Fortunately the Skipper is mechanically<br />
minded (and a perfectionist!) and if ever<br />
there was a competition for taking your<br />
<strong>Oyster</strong> apart and putting her back together<br />
again with no bits left over, he would win<br />
hands down! New <strong>Oyster</strong>s, of course, are<br />
perfect, but the older ladies do suffer – as<br />
we all do! - from the ravages of time.<br />
Right from the very beginning she has<br />
looked after us. We set off for the Canary<br />
Islands, in August 1993, after a four month<br />
refit that emptied the bank account. As first<br />
time owners, we didn’t realise that boats<br />
gobble up funds at an alarming rate! We<br />
also had no idea whether we’d bought the<br />
right one, or whether we were up to<br />
handling her. We were soon to find out! The<br />
weather gods decided to see what we<br />
were made of and sent us huge seas and<br />
40-50 knot winds for days on end. We<br />
were bashed, battered and bewildered, and<br />
sometimes truly frightened, but Tamoure<br />
just said, "OK, you’ve looked after me and<br />
prettied me up all these months. I’m in<br />
charge now…" I remember an early log<br />
reading: "Tamoure terrific, M. terrified!"<br />
When we left New Zealand for Tonga, after<br />
our 18-month refit, Peter and I were a bit<br />
rusty but not Tamoure. Twelve tough days<br />
to windward and three gales in the first<br />
week didn’t faze her, though on her 15th<br />
birthday she tried to see if she could fly.<br />
She found herself on the top of a wave<br />
with absolutely nothing beneath her, hung<br />
suspended for an instant, which seemed<br />
to us like an eternity, and then dropped<br />
like a stone on her port side. All 18 tons of<br />
her, our home and all our worldly goods –<br />
crash, wallop! The racing boys may do this<br />
regularly but we try not to. I could see<br />
water rushing past her hull ports for an<br />
awfully long time and half expected the<br />
whole side of the boat to split open (not<br />
on an <strong>Oyster</strong>, of course!), but the only<br />
damage was to our hearts which did beat<br />
rather violently for just a moment or two!<br />
Later that season in Tonga, she shone<br />
again when an unexpected 65 knot ‘bomb’<br />
ripped through our anchorage in the reeffilled<br />
Ha’apai group. Conditions were<br />
blizzard-like with zero visibility. The latter<br />
was probably a blessing since it was<br />
better not to see the shore, which by now<br />
was far too close for comfort.