The Owl and The Pussy Cat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful 'red and white'(!) boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Edward Lear

Friday, 27 April 2012

I'm back! (so soon?!)

And here I am again, so soon? Partly prompted by Barry (thank you Barry, perhaps there are about 4 of you out there reading?), and partly by not feeling I HAVE to blog, which means I feel more like doing it, because I can be a contrary creature sometimes!
We went to visit our boat called Hope again to see how she's getting on having her bottom scraped. For those of you who may be sensitive to these things there will follow some images of our boats naked bottom, you have been warned!!
Here she is in the shed (and yes, they have to take the masts off to get them in the shed!) This is the front (sorry bow)
 These are some of the lumps out of the hull that had de-laminated and had to be cut out.
 ..and here is the hull, patched up (paler bits), and with numbers written all over it that indicate how damp it was as they dried it out. I love the rustic props that seem to be common to all boat yards.
 here's the nice man who's been overseeing the work, busy at work on the boat next to ours. He's well masked up. Fibreglass and the resin that goes with it is not nice stuff.
 Back out in the fresh air, is the amazing trailer that lifts boats in and out of the water
 ...the hole in the mud where Hope was sitting 6 months ago, and may be sitting again soon
 A picturesque boat with even more hole problems than ours
 ..I got all arty here...
 and finally a sweet little boat kind of 'resting' against the jetty while the tide is out.

In less than a month we shall be sailing her back from Chichester to Plymouth. I'm currently assuming it will be a hideous experience, and hoping that it won't, if that makes sense. It will be something to tell the grandchildren, well it would if I had any..

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