In the afternoon we have a visit from Michel, skipper of
the “Vagalam 1” that had bent our stanchion. He is duly poured a glass of wine
to ease any
sudden shock when we give him the repair bill, which much
to his relief is not as bad as anticipated.
Michel not to sad
At dinner, Lars is complaining that the cushion of the
table settee has something that is stabbing his nether
The good news is that the leather cover can be unzipped
to expose the innards. This duly done, the problem is seen to be a “creasing”
baton has come unstitched.
So it’s Peter to the rescue, sewing it back in place and
Lars can now sit in serenity.
The upholstery man
23122011 A Blow Through
Through the night the wind has been increasing and by the
morning it’s blowing 40 knots. It’s a chilly southerly gusting to 50+ straight
down the channel
as well as between the mountains in front of us.
Fortunately, we are laying bows to and there are only 300 metres of water
between the causeway and us.
Even so with the short sea and the wind it gets a little
Its “Deep clean” day in readiness for Christmas
entertaining. Lars gets window cleaning fever, Peter has his head down the
toilet and I get to drive the Hoover and duster.
It seems like only yesterday we were doing this. With the
wind driving the dust from the causeway, the boatyard sandblasting, as well as
the guy and his grinder
on a small metal yacht the other side of the jetty
loosing the fight against his rusting hulk, it’s a continual battle. “Pledge”
versus all comers!.
Peters has gone into mass cooking mode and having been
issued with his shopping list we fight our way against the gale and make our way
to town and the Office.
Thomas has been busy sending us some ships Christmas
cards he’s designed and as Blog readers will see they are very
concluded we repair to the other Office for lunch. Afterwards, having stopped at
the supermarket on the way, we continue to the Laundry to pick up our
As we had to abandon any idea of taking the bikes to
carry our shopping and the laundry, due to the wind, it’s a taxi back. Thank
as we have walked from one end of the town to the other
and my little legs are getting shorter by the day.
When we get back the other bike is missing from its
normal position up against the power feed pole.
We assume Peter has gone out on it but when he returns on
foot its apparent there is a problem.
As were are often assured by Lars that there is no need
to lock them up as no one would steal these rusty relics there can only be one
explanation for it’s disappearance, a deep six watery grave!
Where did it go!
Several attempts at dragging the dinghy anchor between
the jetty and the hull yields nothing but kelp and a large
We decide to wait for low tide and in the morning when we
can use the boathook to better effect.
Out for dinner followed by a visit to the Irish Pub bring
on “Silent Night” as we retire from another days excitement.
Bob the Blog