Lost and Found

Being an old boat, Samsara has a proper chart table – big enough for a full-size Admiralty chart folded in half. There’s only one in there now – a rather battered copy of No. 2: British Isles (all the way from Brest to the Faeroes). It sits right at the bottom because I don’t use charts much anymore.

Oh, there are some Imrays trapped forever behind the bookcase but why wrestle with an armful of paper when you can use a screen the size of a paperback.

Actually, I don’t use paperbacks either. I have a Kindle.

…or did have.

And this is where we get to the reason for looking in the chart table. I had searched it thoroughly several times looking for the Kindle which went missing towards the end of August.

As Cal, the villain in Titanic said to his henchman: “Search the ship! There are only so many places she can be.”

There were only so many places the Kindle could be – but believe me, I had searched them all (just as I searched for the brand new snatch block that disappeared three years ago). The chart table was such an obvious place for the Kindle that I searched it several times.

I was only looking in there today because I was after the big heavy shackle that was a key part of my invention for keeping the anchor buoy from wandering off when the tide falls. I took it off because I suspected it was helping the line to wrap itself around the chain. Since we may be here in Loch Shieldaig for several days more waiting for a wind without any north in it that I thought to while away an idle 20 minutes by rigging the shackle again just to make sure.

But where was the big heavy shackle? I only took it off a couple of days ago. It must be somewhere. Everything has to be somewhere…

And the obvious place – the place where things get put if you don’t have a hall table or a fruit bowl, is the chart table.

Here’s what I found in the chart table:

Seven cigarette lighters – six of them working (I now have push-button ignition on the cooker).

Two rubber erasers

A micro-SD card

Watercolour notebook with only the first six pages used.

Watercolour paintbox (dried up).

CO2 cylinder that doesn’t fit any of the lifejackets on board.

A very organised little box containing the nail scissors I had been looking for in my spongebag, half a dozen ballpoint pens including a Mont Blanc that spent a couple of years in the bilges and will never be the same again, a fitting for the Aries lift-up gear which is no longer needed but which I plan to give away if ever I meet someone who could use it, a packet of elastic bands (they could come off the shopping list).

A pair of sunglasses with one lens missing.

A piece of plastic from which I cut a square to help with the fitting of the cooker gimbals and which might be needed again in similar circumstances.

Instructions for fitting the CO2 cylinder which doesn’t fit any of the lifejackets.

A saxophone reed (I play the clarinet).


Spare wallet (for replacing lost wallet when it gets lost).

Bicycle bell (still to be fitted).

A pair of fittings for battery terminals.

A pair of drawing compasses.

Various dried-up notebooks.

Instructions for the radar which I use so rarely, I have to look up how to work it each time.

Piece of teak that split off the toe rail.

Envelope of receipts.

Plastic bag of “important items” – passport, cheque book etc.

Similar plastic bag of instruction manuals that seem get consulted regularly.


… and…would you believe it… The Kindle, accusingly displaying the “battery absolutely flat” symbol.

I couldn’t believe it. I shrieked in delight. I danced around the cabin. I hugged the little block of microchips to my breast. I kissed it.

You must understand the significance of this moment. For more than a month, I had been fretting – wondering if should buy a new one. After all, it was the third that I had lost. The original – the one Tamsin gave me for my birthday, I lost I can’t remember where. The second (all singing, dancing and waterproof) which she gave me for Christmas to replace the first one, I left it on a train not three months later … and now this, the third, which I bought second-hand on eBay because the whole business was getting expensive…

And there it was, in the chart table all the time. It sits opposite me now, it’s little yellow charging light, a beacon of hope for all things lost.

…and sure enough, I found the shackle where I had put it, on the shelf beside the navigator’s seat, underneath all those useful bits of 3mm line with bowlines tied in one end.

As for the snatch block… well, we’ll just have to wait and see. Everything’s got to be somewhere. There are only so many places…




10 Responses to Lost and Found

  • Hi john. I thought it was only me who had that problem. But you should enjoy the delights of such a place because you don’t have the benefit of management to remind you that there is a place for everything and everything should be in its place. Rejoice and have another tot.

  • Amazing! That chart table is obviously a bottonless pit!
    Such a feeling of relief when finding lost things after long searches.

  • When I cleaned out my chart table on “Super Trouper” for the last time before selling her, I found a pair of expensive multi focal glasses that I couldn’t remember ever having or buying?
    Now that has to be just crazy.
    Unfortunately we men have a problem not being able to find things, when in many cases it is staring us in the face when the woman in your life finds it.

    • You’re right: Apparently, men’s inability to see things in front of our noses dates back to the caveman days when the men went out hunting and needed to identify instantly an antelope in just the right position to be killed with a spear – so the caveman had that image already fixed in his mind. The women gathered berries and would need to find them in the middle of the undergrowth. Consequently, when your wife asks you to get a fresh pack of butter from the fridge, you will look for Kerrygold in its green and gold wrapper and not see the silver Lurpak. I blame evolution.

  • Greetings from Lowestoft CC! Hope you get a chance to visit the Orkney Wireless Museum – an absolute gem.

    Chart tables are where padlock keys run away to hide from their owner.

  • Oh brilliant! I do so share your delight in the lost and found department. One day I have promised myself I will do a thorough search of the lockers and create a manifest then put it on a spreadsheet which I shall index alphabetically so that lost items will be just a click away.
    Ho hum!

  • A tale I can identify with.

  • I’ve been mulling over whether – and where – to mount a chart table on my smaller boat. Y’see, I actually LIKE charts, reading them like….well, paperbacks. But the problem is not the chart table per se. It is the Tardis-like chart table drawer I need. And I’d probably need two of them….

    …. for the dividers, and the lengths of 3mm line, the large shackles and the snatch blocks, and so on.

    There’s real pleasure in finding ‘old friends’ which had squirreled themselves away. ‘Heritage’…. in a box.