Dangly Wire
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 8 Dec 2014 23:57
|
The Quest For The Dangly
Wire
  Rob, born
in Putney, grew up in Ramsgate - still carrying the very distinctive accent,
came to tune the rigging on Friday afternoon.
 Applying a new
anti-chafe cover, making the girl giggle.
   Very busy
and very quick. Packing his impressive tool bag.
Friday Afternoon. Meanwhile, Phil was
below playing ‘check the injectors’. At the end of the day he appeared. The
engine would start but the key turning wouldn’t turn it off but the engine hours
was working. Mmmm. We couldn’t move off the sick dock as Nick had had to put
another ailing boat in our place. Off we went in Mrs Puki to attend the ‘meet
and greet’ put on by the Whangarei yachting support group. We went first to
State of Mind and Rod and Brenda gave us a lift across the river to the
do. Lots of speeches of welcome from a local dignitary, various companies and
positive words from the lovely Laura Dekker, met last Friday at the OCC do we
attended in Opua.
Back to State of Mind for
the night.
Saturday. Up to a smashing breakfast
produced equally by our hosts and then off to do some serious shopping.
Back home to Beez with new quilt covers and
Christmas meats and treats.
Sunday. Off I went to the laundry,
Bear off to see the ladies in the office. Back he came with a ‘look’. He broke
the news that Mo had died late Friday afternoon. The yard had closed early for
all the boys to go off to their Christmas party at a local Theme Park. Somehow
Mo had died falling from a zipline. All his colleagues had taken turns to revive
him until the ambulance arrived and pronounced. I burst into tears. Bear in sad
shock.
Monday. The day passed in a sad aura.
Clearly everyone felt terrible at the loss.
Meanwhile Barry turned up to sort the
story of the dangly engine wire that no-one else can figure out. One of the
others had guessed it was our stop solenoid that had packed up. Barry had
appeared with a replacement under his arm, still not switching off, meanwhile
our original was tested to be of good stock, new one boxed up for taking back to
workshop. Dangly wire finally attached and Voila = all well. We can switch on,
rev up and hey presto – we can switch off. Hoorah.
Bear went to share the news with the
ladies. Arrrr, there is someone on our buoy. Silly man thought he could overstay
his booking not realising the wrath that can erupt from the good ladies. “All
will be well by the morrow” was the firm words. Nothing more today then but to go back to our thoughts of
Mo.
 Tane, Māori
God of the Forest
ALL IN ALL A MIXED DAY OF
MANY FEELINGS AND LOSS
SUCCESS BUT AN OVERWHELMING FEELING OF
SADNESS |