It is now December 7 and, at last, I have time to catch up
since last I posted. The weather is horrendous, the rain is pelting down, the
wind is howling. It is a splendid time for huddling in the cabin and writing
about warmer days…
We went into the water at about midday on Wednesday,
November 27. The travel lift came at about 10:30 and Django was raised from her
supports.
Django on her way to flotation.
The head of our bottom-painting team Bob Marley (so named because he is
lead singer in a reggae band) did the last bits of naked bottom. Soon after, we were floating! It was every
bit as marvelous as I had hoped.
Bob Marley doing touch-up.
We tied up at the fuel dock and filled our water tanks with
water and our ice chest with ice. Next, the Great Cleaning took place. Poor old
Django was indescribably filthy, but a little elbow grease and Boat Wash saw
that dealt with. The guest berth was dressed in its finest and Febreeze was
employed to battle a pervasive aroma of engine innards. An initial provisioning
run took place. WW brought Stefan over from the dinghy dock and was so
shattered by her lightness and general not-Boffoness that he thought he’d been
delivered the wrong dinghy. We both
missed Boffo—her sturdy reliability, her playful character, her streak of
independence. Mind you, we didn’t miss her deflatable ways.
Our guests, the Eager Crew (Dana Hearne and Enn Raudsepp)
arrived at Jolly Harbour at about 5 p.m. We welcomed them with open arms, put
their gear in their berth and plied them with rum. Standard procedure, really.
Then it was cast off and out to the bay where we dropped
anchor. This was accompanied by the discovery that WW, in reconstituting the
headstay, had got the bridle half over and half under the forward lifelines. We
need the bridle, all on one side of the lifelines, to anchor. So he had to undo
the splice, untangle the bridle, make a temporary fix by just tying it around
the crossbeam, and carry on from there. Yet another thing to be fixed…
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