Where are we?
Here’s where we are. 50:21.20N, 4:11.825W. I’m
telling you this with such precision because some of you keep asking me “Exactly
where?” and I am somewhat ashamed to answer “I don’t know”.
We arrived here in the dark, with Mike knowing where we were going, and I can
tell you it just feels like the ends of the earth. Well, almost.
The only time I have been out is to stumble along the shore in the dark, and a
long way it seemed, on Sunday evening, for a meal at a pub in the nearest
habitation, a village (town?) called Millbrook. Difficult to get back
here as our taxi driver collected someone else, not Davy and me, from the pub,
Bill and Mike, both long-legged and energetic, having walked back by the shore.
I’m alone now. Bill left yesterday and it seemed
he had a horrendously long journey to get home to Gearbox. Well, a successful start. Phil Drake
(shades of “Drake he’s in his cabin …..” ?) arrived
punctually at 9.30, with masses of tools. Eventually, after some hours, and
after going away to bring back a very long levering bar and a hydraulic clamp, he
disconnected part of it – the part he needed to look at; but then had to
go and hunt up a Mr Muscle to help him get it out of the boat. They
thought it must weigh a good bit more than 100lbs. It’s now on Phil’s
work-bench. I hope he will have looked at it this afternoon and
discovered what’s ailing it. So that’s it. No more news. No need to add
that it’s raIning heavily again. Finally, please keep in touch. Just to jog your
memory, the address is really easy: just send an email to Avanti {CHANGE TO AT} mailasail {DOT} com I love hearing from you. |