It’s a particularly lovely morning. Wintertime, one of those
clear, perfectly still days that we get at this time of year and I’ve just ploughed my way through the
mornings chores, and am sitting up in my bunk contemplating the day.
My friend Paul will be calling in this afternoon, he’s
always good for a chat, I’ll be baking scones, something that I enjoy but which
is not worth doing just for me alone so that’s a double win. Good company, some
good food and a new lemongrass and ginger tea from the Charity Tea company down
the road, that’s an afternoon to look forward to.
In the meantime, it will be full tide in an hour and a
half, by then the mist will have risen
from the water, the sun will have a little warmth in it and there will be
enough water in the channel to carry me
rowing up the river for an hours exercise.
Some people go to a gym. “Not me”
says I.
I have a habit of watching the on line auction sites for
interesting collections of boat
fittings, as a chronic, serial boatbuilder I’m rigging at least one new boat
each year and the cost of fitting the boat out adds up very quickly. So buying
the odd second hand bits, sorting them
into boxes by type and putting them on the shelf means that I have what is in
effect my very own, if sometimes showing a bit of wear, yacht chandlery.
I’ve scored a couple of those of late, among the bits and pieces are the cheek
blocks for Long Steps boom, two reefs worth, one of the rigging screws that will be part of
the tiller to rudder linkage, some
marine grade 12 volt wire that will run current from the solar panel on the
after deck to the charge controller then the big battery, and a double fiddle
block with becket and cleat that will likely be the bottom mainsheet block.
All that plus a heap of bits for the boat that will
inevitably come next.
The project on the drawing board is progressing, slower than
I’d like as we have family issues that means I’m having to stay at my mothers
home a few days a week, sisters and I take turns so its not full time but it
does take me away from my interests and
usual occupation.
While it feel odd sleeping in the bed that was mine 60 years ago, I’m not really complaining. I know that our efforts
there are appreciated, while she is worried about taking up my time, I did tell
her “Mum, you wiped my bum when I was very small, and while I don’t expect to
have to do that for you, its no problem to be here to help”.
But the boatbuilding too has been slow, there has been so
much else going on. Spook needs
maintenance, new boom and gaff jaws, the bilge pump has swallowed something
that’s choked it, and the trailer! Don’t ask about that accursed thing, it was
designed for a rather lighter power boat and its problematic in the
extreme. I’m going to have to throw some
money at it as I’m not set up for heavy metalwork and welding.
And that’s just one of the eight boats in my fleet.
There are a group of Little Black Shags working a channel
just outside my window, at this time of
year they line up line abreast and move along the channel driving the small fish ahead of them. They’re
really organised, probably 10 or 12 of them working for their breakfast. Fascinating
to watch, like the Royal Spoonbills they’re only here at this time of year,
several species of sea and estuarine birds come and go on a seasonal basis and
its wonderful to be able to see them here. Once I got to know them, I found its
like having an avian calendar that marks the seasons, it will be springtime in
a while, and the oystercatchers will be back to mark the longer days and warmer
sun. They’ll be very welcome.