Well that was fun.
So.....Sunday morning we get up, have breakfast, break out the sails and get ready to head out for a sail. Wonderful day, blowing 15-20, perfect weather for the Womboat. Cracking time was had by all but.....
When we sailed off the mooring I had the donk running and didn't need it. Coming home, I started her up to prepare for picking up the mooring buoy, slipped her into gear, engine revs, nowt else happens.
Resorted to the Code of the Wombats - "When in danger or in doubt run in circles scream and shout" - funnily enough it did no good.
Ok then have a quick squizz at the prop shaft , she is not doing the voodoo she should do so well, just sitting there as quiet as you like. Shine torch towards drive shaft to engine attachment point and hey hey it's spinning quite happily, merrily in fact. Sadly there are also four bolts hanging loose and a gap of some 50mm between engine and shaft. Oh dear.
Time for the great American screwdriver I'm afraid. Tappity tap tap until we were down to 10mm gap then replaced the bolts and pulled it tight with a spanner. All good, well except for a somewhat flustered Ms Wombat who was on deck wondering what the hell was going on with the banging.
Freaky at the time but I confess I've never checked those bolts. Perhaps I should have ?
What can go wrong will go wrong and at the most inconvenient moment. Toast, buttered and dropped will always land butter side down. Sod's Law and all that. Shite happens.