In Mylor Yacht Harbour - Falmouth
Mylor – Thursday 29th July
This was a lovely day. The weather was lovely anyway, which was nice. But, more importantly, we had free time that was really free, and could really relax. Nothing was going to be done till Monday by anyone so we kind of felt off duty in a way not possible when waiting for phone calls or workmen. We were past the point of making plans anymore because life is not listening and has other things in mind. And of course, we felt so much better knowing that Charlie was taking care of the repairs.
Spaghettibog for dins and lovely Italian chocolates
Back to waiting in suspension as telephone traffic flowed between Charlie and the Yard and us, their engineers/ electricians and his, and whether he should send his down etc. Very damp grey start and we busied ourselves with chores to distract ourselves from waiting to hear our fate, cleaning the boat, showering, washing etc. At 2.45 we are still waiting to hear, though we have found out that everyone has talked to everyone. Then at 3.10 2 engineers come to the boat – it’s all go for the repairs.
By now of course, it’s too late to start, but they size up the job,
decide what needs to be done and say they’ll be back at 9am. So next day, all up
early, everything cleared inside and out ready for action.
We find out that Mark, the manager, is in
Sure enough, 2 men + apprentice arrived at 3.40, and were carrying away the pole and its supports off down the pontoon within 15 minutes. Fred had loosened up all the nuts before they came to save time. Even so, it was as simple a job as we and Charlie had expected.
It was now too late for our foolishly made plans, so we postponed them till the next day, expecting that we may hear back from the yard possibly the next day, more likely, the day after. At this point we did not yet know if the wind generator still worked, or what further complications may arise.
Next day, up quite early, showers, hair washes etc ready to catch the
ebb down to
We all got what turned out, surprisingly, to be quite a shock. The
yard had said it had gone well, the generator was fine and they would be
bringing it back at lunchtime. Well, Fred needed to be there for that and
We decided we would take a taxi to the huge Asda about 5 miles away, do the shopping quickly, and get back before the lads came, leaving S&J to come to terms with their new reality. Complications arose through a detour to the only chemist in Penryn, who could not dispense between 1 & 2, which was when we would be on our back from Asda to pick it up.
It could be prepared but they couldn’t hand it over. Small matters. Jim hopefully would be able to go back later.
The lads were already there on our return and while Fred helped the lads, we tried to get to grips with internal jobs. At this point we still lacked confidence that all would go smoothly, perhaps unsurprisingly, lending uncertainty about how seriously we should be preparing. We did tackle the aft starboard cabin, the storeroom, which had been stuffed with all sorts of extra things, so that getting anything out was a real pain, and possibly hazardous to health, and it became known as the ‘Black Hole.
Out it all came, and was totally repacked; weather was checked in
several ways, the winds, weather and seas seemed to be favourable, with Thursday
better than Friday (preferred by some) for departure. It began to be more real,
and our actions more directed. The lads were progressing well, with no hitches
and spirits began to lift.
Dream On at Mylor loadsa boats
Many of these I think old fishing boats for Phone box outside Mylor church
Lovely old anchor on the quay
This is probably last missive for a while; next one could be from foreign parts, if our present plans have a go at becoming reality.
….. To infinity and beyond!