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It’s that time of year when some boat owners realise their vhf radio or their AIS unit is not performing up to scratch. The boating forums are full of appeals for help and some of the responses are good, some a bit fanciful. Here’s a link to some advice on troubleshooting your antenna system:

Troubleshoot your antenna system

I hope this helps.

Note that I wrote this in 2011 when we’d been the Metz UK and European agent for six years, we’re now in our thirteenth. My, how time flies.

Have to turn off comments for a while – life’s too short to spend time deleting idiot spam comments. Back later, I hope, when the spammers move on.

While I have your attention, remember Sailing Snippets is still available to download for FREE. You’re welcome.

Here’s a picture of a fleet of racing boats:


Salty John doesn’t stock Loos rig tension gauges any more so they’re selling off their old stock on eBay. Here’s a Model B, 5mm, 6mm and 7mm, for half the price of some chandlers! https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/222979313499?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1558.l2649

I notice a great many of you, over 300, have availed yourselves of the free book offer, I hope you all enjoyed it. If you haven’t downloaded your copy it’s still available and still free, help yourself.

Just back from Houston, Texas, which is a huge sailing centre – not many people know that. We’re introducing the CableDorade (formerly the Cableport in UK) to the US market. Soon there will be a website where North American customers can buy in dollars and have it delivered from Texas.

The CableDorade is a great way to get mast and other above deck cables through the deck without leaks, high-maintenance glands and plugs and that snaggiest of things, the swan neck.

All for now, folks.

OK, that wasn’t my last post. I lied.

My book, Sailing Snippets, is now available free of charge to my blog readers. Click on the link over there on the right. I hope you enjoy it.

I’ve decided this will be my last blog post.

I’m finding it increasingly difficult to generate fresh material to interest my boating audience. I suppose this is mainly because I don’t get out on the water as much as I used to. I can’t bring myself to just re-post YouTube links and I don’t want to become a bore regurgitating the same old stuff, so I’m bowing out now. I’ll leave the site active for a while so newcomers can browse the archives.

Site traffic has declined a bit recently but is still very good for a boating blog, more than 250 unique visitors a day, so a big thank you to my faithful followers!

The Salty John on-line boat business is in its thirteenth year and flourishing as a supplier of communication antenna systems, including the fantastic Metz antenna range. I’ll continue to devote my time to that enterprise for many years to come.

I wish you all fair winds!


Here’s a touch of colour on the Lancaster canal to brighten up these dreary winter days….

“Bit smelly down here, isn’t it?” said the engine.

The engine’s talking to me. I’m hanging upside down in the bowels of my boat trying to get this bloody job done and the engine’s talking to me. OK, I’ll play:

“Err, yes, the smell. Boats are like that, very difficult to keep the bilge from smelling.” “Well, try a bit harder, please. Some of us have to live down here.” “Right, but can’t you see I’m busy right now?” “What’re you doing?” “Trying to unbolt your exhaust elbow so I can replace it. Last bolt’s stuck.” “Yeah, we like to do that. Four bolts to undo, the fourth will always be the one that sticks. Twelve screws holding something, the head on the last one will be stripped. We wait till you’ve invested some time and effort before we plonk the first obstacle in your way.” “Who’s we?” “Inanimate mechanical objects.” “Why put obstacles in my way? I’m doing this for you.” “See, that’s not true. You’re fixing me because you don’t want me to break down. I don’t care if I break down. I’m not the one that’s going to suffer. You are. You’re changing the exhaust elbow for your own selfish reasons. See, you lot need to be honest with us.” “You lot?” “Animate objects, specifically humans.”

“OK. Sorry. I lied. I’m doing this job because I don’t want the engine to stop just when I need it. Please help. Is that better?”

The spanner moved, the bolt turned freely.

“Wow. Thank you, engine.” “You’re welcome. You’d be amazed what a polite request will do.” “I’ll change my ways, engine. I’ll never again swear at an inanimate object; kick it, hurl it across the room. Promise.”

“Good. Now, see what you can do about that smell, will you?”

I’ve read somewhere that the most widely held dream in the western world is to set off in a small boat to sail around the world. It’s the lure of total freedom that does it, of course, and as dreams go it takes some beating – master of all you survey, no schedule, no boss, tropical beaches, gin clear water, fun in every port.

As you acquire more knowledge, however, reality draws closer and you have to address some of those inconvenient concerns that intrude – the ones that make you bash your pillow, turn over and try to recapture the dream as it was, unadulterated. Concerns like: How much money will we need? What if we get ill? What about storms? Will I get seasick? But then you tell yourself these are just speed bumps on the road to freedom. Many, many people have been this way before and they overcame all kinds of obstacles. You know for sure it’s possible and, of course, you’re right.

But I’d suggest that those who have actually sailed beyond the horizon are less likely to dream of a life on the ocean waves than those who have barely set foot on the deck of a boat. A rough three-day offshore passage during which you’re debilitated by seasickness can’t intrude unless you’ve experienced it. Running aground, dragging anchor, the constant motion and having a clogged heads won’t disturb the dream because they’re concepts beyond your ken. Ignorance is, indeed, bliss and a little knowledge is dangerous.

I sailed in an offshore race with a very experienced man and wife team and two days out the wife stood in the saloon and screamed at the top of her voice “Get me off this f……  boat!” Then she went on deck and stood her watch. And then again, I’ve listened to people who have done no more than coastal hop from marina to marina expound their plans to set off around the globe.

Far be it from me to discourage anyone from seeking adventure in a small boat, I’ve done it twice, but beware the little devil who sits on your shoulder and whispers in your ear, “Set off now, before you’ve learnt enough to know this isn’t the life for you.”