When we first went to Stafford to pick up Queenie for the 5 day journey home we soon found out that she had a ‘singing propeller’. This sound sometimes occurs when a combination of propeller diameter, speed (rpm) , trailing edge size, roundness and thickness are just at the right levels to cause a vibration which, when I first heard it, was a scary siren-like sound.
Unfortunately Queenie’s 'singing prop' sang at just the speed you need to take when passing other boats in a nice, slow considerate manner. This was such an inconvenience and, because the ‘singing propeller’ noise was new to me and I had no idea why it was happening, I felt as though I had been ripped off (worried that perhaps I had been sold a 'singing pup'). There was no way I wanted to fork out anymore money! And how was I going to have time to get a crane lift before the boat goes out on hire?
However, after 2 days of travel to get the boat back to base I began to feel a sense of calm and reassurance whenever I heard the ‘singing prop’. It’s siren sound became some kind of expectant warning in my mind (but probably something else to everyone we passed) that we were on our way, life was changing, and this new venture of adding a second boat and becoming a fleet was going to be one of the most significant things I had done ever!
(Waiting to go through the Harecastle Tunnel which is nearly 2.7 km long - day 2).
Yesterday the propeller was taken off Queenie. I drove it to Crowther Marine in Oldham who filed it down and then it was fixed back onto the boat and the boat was placed back into the water. We weren’t sure if the 'singing prop' had been sung.
We took Queenie for a sedate spin: no ‘singing prop’ and I gave the thumbs up to the marina staff who had helped me get it sorted. I was so relieved but at the same time I somehow felt a bit wistful because the siren sound had been such good company on our 5 day journey. I can still hear it, reminding me that life is changing and, in fact, Queenie’s life has only just begun.