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

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Boat news

The news is there isn't much news at this time of year. 'Hope' is out of the water, propped up with bits of sticks and wedges. We go down there now and then to do maintenance, repairs etc. It's usually pretty cold, but yesterday the sun shone, hooray.
Sticks and wedges.
Boatyards are scruffy places.

The view from the cockpit, a 'sea' of boats!

Tool boxes at the ready

Arty photo of some rope

My tools for the day ...

A blurred picture of a hole in the floor inside the boat

The hole on closer inspection.
It was my job to get that water in the bottom out!
It's a long way down there..
hence string, rag and bucket (see picture above)

Arty photo of our boats propeller

Rusty neighbour

Rewarded at the end of the day
with a beautiful sunset across towards our mooring.

1 comment:

  1. Keeping everything ship-shape even in winter, eh, Nina? One of the things I loved about New Zealand was the constant reference to boats - whether we were strolling around in Auckland city, dining at the Viaduct making-believe we owned one (or more!) of the luxury yachts moored in the harbour, or eating barbequed snapper freshly caught by my son and husband from Kit's friend's boat.

    Are you making plans for a spring trip?