Phil, the engineer, arrived this morning, Thursday 22nd
November, to retrieve such tools as he would need to dismantle the part of the
gear-box he has removed.
Since then, dead silence. Despite his promises to keep
I spent the day in a fever of impatience for news from
Phil. Sorted out stuff in my cabin, put it into waterproof (please god,
they really are waterproof) bags, and pushed them down into my footspace.
Hope I have room to sleep in what space is left. By the way, the
footspace is the wettest place on the boat. Our beds are damp-plus down
there. The old enemy, condensation. While the men are away, back
home for a few days, I’m going to try to dry things out. When I
think of how bone dry, dust dry, I kept this boat, all those years prior to
departure, with two dehumidifiers going, one in each hull, and with five
heaters on – one in each cabin and one in the saloon …… and
now, well, the boat is damp, or even damp plus and no doubt black mildew (or is
it mould? not sure of the difference) is no doubt lurking around, waiting to
grab a spot in our fast-becoming-insalubrious sleeping quarters.
Sorry! Just feeling a bit gloomy. If it would
stop raining I would (perhaps) feel more cheerful, and if I could have a lovely
big rare steak and masses of French fries …… dream on! There is no
way I’m going to take a torch and stumble through the dark along the
overgrown foreshore for the better part of an hour. So I had a Vesta packet
curry instead and I can tell you, it was truly horrible. Should be in the
tonight for a Thanksgiving repast.
For those of you who tell me that Lat and Long is no good
for identifying where we are, then here’s something a bit more
precise. We are in Carbelle Wharf, Southdown Marina, Torpoint Harbour., And
at night, the lights and the glow of Plymouth
are to be seen in the distance.. If this blog goes silent for a few days,
it’ll mean that I too have abandoned ship and gone home for a couple of