If you read my last post, you’ll know I have a boat called Water Sprite (aka Bloody ‘Ell!). Well, we decided to make a start on the new paint job, so on Saturday I gathered all the tools I thought I would need and we set off for the boatyard. My trusty sidekick and I arrived a little rushed, thanks to traffic. Parked up, straight into clubhouse for a cup of tea, after all, you have to get your priorities in order. Something personal, some people need love, some people need friendship, some people even need the company of others, I’ll have a cup of tea please. So, a nice relaxing cup of tea, and we’ll get started. Speaking of relaxing, there was a bit of a buzz in the air. Half of the boatyard were going away for the weekend. Jake and Kim and their partners, were away up to Charlies Lock for the weekend. Andy and Liz had already gone down to West Stockwith. Incidently, I’ve got a great picture of KIm up a tree.
Jake approached me with these strange words, “where are you getting your electric from?” I wanted to say “I keep a little in a thermos in case of emergencies” but Jake is the commodore so instead i told him I would get it from the power point in the storage shed. “Don’t be silly,” he said “you can use my power point its closer, more convenient.” So that was me set up. So while they advanced on their weekend, my partner and I were left holding the boaty, so to speak. After waving them off, it was time for a cup of tea, after which it was time to start on the monster. First thing, a good check over, don’t want to miss anything. I found a hole! While stroking the belly of the beast, I found a rough patch. Someone had used filler to fill a small hole in the hull. It opened up like a casm before me. It must be at least quartet of an inch by two sixteenths, this calls for a cup of tea. I resolved to resolve the problem later.
So tea done, head down, work starts. A couple of hours passed, well into the routine, most men will know this routine, rub, stroke, feel for smoothness, rub, stroke, makes a good husband. Sander stops! Press button. Sander says no. Makes clicking noise and whirrs a little. Go you little bugger! Squeeze button, sander says no. I say yes, It says no. I say yes, please! Sander says, press that button one more time, and I wil hold my breath untill I die. I did, it did. It whirred, clicked and smoked. I had completed one full side of the boat, lower section, and I can go no further till I get a new sander. Its not worth showing pics of the parts I’ve sanded. Will probably put pics on when one full half is complete. So, its cup of tea and home. P.S. Need a bigger thermos for my leccy.
