Beez Bad Beak
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 23 Dec 2019 23:57
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Beez Bad
Beak
 Off we went on a sunny morning with
no wind for a trip to the mall with Patricia and Allen (Nauti Nauti).
Along the way we stopped at the restaurant to find out opening hours for
Christmas Eve, they would close at four so we booked a table for eleven of us at
one o’clock. That done we booked an Uber taxi and settled in a small, fast car
for a trip to the Mall. The loose plan to bimble about, explore the shops, long
lunch and Christmas food shopping. We had a really nice time and bear in mind
this was the first time we had left Beez for more than an hour since arriving in
Port Elizabeth Marina, no worries........ We got back
in the early evening loaded down with goodies. We bought each other new purses,
stocked up on supplies and food for Christmas Day to share. Bear and Allen went
to find a cart and as we passed the other yachts in the gang we told them about
lunch tomorrow. I nipped up the gangway between Peggy West and
Harmoni and after telling Roy turned to speak to Didier and Monika.
Smiles soon vanished when Didier said “So sorry about Beez” Oh.
 From a
distance – not too bad........
 On closer inspection, heart sink. All
three spring ropes (one fitted with a snubber) had snapped in a huge blow and
the girl had been beak banging the dock..... A local
had heard the noise and Heath Robinson style had managed to secure her from more
damage.
 Our beautiful girl with her year old
paint job was scratched and
chipped............
 ............and a
bit battered. I felt quite sick. Larry and Allen helped Bear get our
shopping aboard, that done Patricia and I left the ‘mens talk’ to off load their
shopping. I returned the cart stopping off to tell Fred and Mick about lunch the
following day. Later, Fred popped down and wondered how I had managed to talk
about such frivolity. Well in truth, I refused to cry, no one had died and the
girl although pride-dented, was still seaworthy. Roy offered Bear some epoxy to
seal her and vowed to be in the chandlery first thing for more, thicker
rope.....
 Bear did indeed do just that.
Christmas Eve morning he settled in the cockpit with rope that would have graced
the Titanic and set to work filling Beez with the burning aroma of his task.
 He even managed a
smile – but that’s Bear for you.
ALL IN ALL SO
SAD
HEART SINK, TALK ABOUT BAD
LUCK |