BLUEMOMENT

A few weeks ago, I had hoped to go for an afternoons sail on a work colleague’s yacht out of Granton Harbour.

We brought her onto the pontoon from her mooring, but decided that it was too windy. There were white horses right across the Forth, and standing ashore with my handheld, I was getting solid F4, gusting F5. Hopefully, there will be another opportunity.

The current owner has only had her since the middle of last season. The previous owner did restoration work, and converted her to a Junk rig.

I haven't been able to find out much about her. She's a JOG design. I found a reference to one other, Waikare, on the CYCA database.

This is the only other reference that I've found Tiger V J.O.G. 23' 3" 1954.



Ash

Nice looking boat. I've always fancied a sail on a junk rig. Second best would be hearing about it from another sloop sailer - hope you get a second chance.

I bet she would have loved those conditions with just a few battens up! You might have got a tad damp tho'.

There are a couple of Junk Newbridges on the SBC forum if you really want to know!

Arghiro wrote:I bet she would have loved those conditions with just a few battens up!

You're probably right. The skipper has sailed dinghys, but is fairly inexperienced with the Tiger and I've never sailed with him before so I didn't want to push him.

He tells me that she's sometimes a tad difficult to tack.

Helped to take the lines of a single handed Folkboat which came in, and the yacht behind the Tiger also came in single handed, and engineless. He came down between the wall and the pontoon under bare poles and managed to make a 280 deg turn and then throw us his bow line so that we could drag her bow upwind.

They both said that it was fairly fierce out in the estuary.

Ash

I don't frequent the SBC Forum.

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