The watery view through Ravensdale's windscreen this morning
Ironically we are totally surrounded by water – we’re sitting in a marina full of it with more pouring out of the sky – but have spent the last few days with no water supply on the boat.
At first we thought our water supply may have run out, but we’d only filled the 500 litre tank the previous day.
It usually lasts at least four days before we have to refill it with a hosepipe from the tap on the pontoon and we knew we hadn’t used an excessive quantity of the wet stuff.
We then realised that we couldn’t hear the water pump running.
As it was already late and we were tired, we decided to go to bed and begin the diagnostic process in the morning.
Phil checks out the old water pump in Ravensdale's engine room
He discovered that by messing around with the electrical wiring into the pump he could make it work again, but it wouldn’t carry on running. And, if he did this while the taps were all switched off, it started pumping water out into the bilges.
It soon became apparent that a new water pump was needed.
Filling a jerry can with water on our very wet aft deck
Phil unwraps the new water pump
This time we were only looking at another £200, but the things that need replacing on this boat just seem to go on and on.
However, when we looked out of the window and saw it was raining, we both burst out laughing at the idea that we were without water on the boat.
And, looking on the bright side, replacing the water pump means that is one more thing that is new and therefore should (hopefully) last us a good while before it goes wrong again - especially as we discovered the existing pump was not suitable for the purpose. It was a washdown pump rather than one suitable for a domestic water system.
The old pump (right) and the new pump sitting on the bench in the galley
Another interesting experience over the last few days was trying to cut Phil’s hair while Ravensdale was rocking madly.
When I set up the stool and got out the clippers and scissors to give him a trim, the boat was almost motionless.
However, soon after I started running the clippers over his head it started rocking and the swaying motion quickly became quite pronounced.
I suppose I should’ve stopped and finished the job off later, but I decided I’d started so I’d finish and carried on regardless.
It wasn’t so difficult when I was using the clippers. The real problem was trimming around his ears with a sharp pair of scissors and he seemed rather relieved when I completed the task without having drawn any blood.
Meanwhile, we have spent a good bit of time watching and photographing the wildlife and marine life in and around the marina.
The giant jellyfish has not returned – or at least if it has we haven’t seen it – but there have been plenty of other jellyfish around.
A compass jellyfish
Another compass jellyfish showing the distinctive markings on the top
An unidentified jellyfish
We also saw one totally different looking jellyfish. Sadly it was too deep to get a good photo of it and I have so far been unable to identify it.
Three cygnets hitch a ride on mum's back
The cygnets take a rest from paddling around under their own steam
One little cygnet snuggles down among mum's feathers
Mum calls for her partner from the marina side of the gate
She could see him through the holes in the gate but could not reach him and was getting very upset, but soon afterwards he joined her and the pair presumably waited until the gate was opened again on the next rising tide before making good their escape.
Dad joins the rest of the family for a swim around the marina
Maryport Marina sunset
Another view of the sunset over Maryport Marina
It should read: “Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.”
Thankfully Ravensdale is GRP (glass-reinforced plastic) so we don’t have to worry about boards shrinking. At least that's one thing that can't go wrong on our boat J