Almost six AM now but I’ve been awake since 4:30 and up for over an hour, why oh why do they mess about with the clocks???? Am I the only person who’s body clock goes pear-shaped twice a year?? I must be, for when we had ‘The Purser’ around for dinner last night I was the only one falling asleep at eight PM. Himself, wifey and the Dude were all wide awake, right up until 8:40 when the ferry got called out, he rushed off and then I went to bed, I really am a ‘morning person’.
Anyway, whilst Sunday, as far as I was concerned finished at twenty minutes to nine, it had started early enough and fine enough some fifteen or sixteen hours earlier. Something that I have missed this last 14 months is being ‘late’ for work on a Sunday I’m always ‘late’ on Sundays. Not actually late as in late but late for me. The extra hour or so at home always has me getting distracted prior to setting off down Calum’s road to the ferry. Especially so at this time of year when Sunday is the only day that I see sunlight at home,
so, after feeding hens and pigs I climbed my mast again. The Yangzhou Shenzhou was still whirring away despite me having removed the tail yesterday, not as much right enough but still smoothly and still producing a little power.
A 24mm spanner, hide mallet and length of rope soon had the blades off however and I lowered them gently to the ground just leaving the generator up on the pole. I’m hoping that there is just a burnt out connection under the cover and not a serious failure of the windings but I’m encouraged by John’s experience with his.
Another reason for the tardy arrival aside the MV Hallaig was the day itself, definitely a ‘pottering down the road’ day. How I’ve missed the daily commute to work this last year or so, this certainly beats the 5h1t out of driving through Greenock or walking through South Shields. Deer, woodcock, rabbits, eagles and not a single bit of chewing gum, fag packet or broken bottle of Buckfast.
The only other vehicle I saw was another Land Rover that followed me for eleven miles on my right hand side
There was even a tiny hint of snow on the Storr.
Not only that, but I wasn’t actually the last to arrive at work for a change
That sure is a big lump of a boat
and we now have a proper means of access after almost forty years of climbing ladders.
On the whole the day was lovely and much ‘touching up’ of the paintwork got done as well as another rescue boat launch.
The 40hp Yamaha propelling the Zodiac up to Oscaig and back at I guess, well over 20knts.
We weren’t the only ones at sea either
the Dunan Star was busy hauling creels!!!!!
We also took the opportunity to clean all the weed off our 765kg anchors as all our practice at using them had left them festooned in weed.
That’s it really, we had the first ‘big breakfast’ on the Hallaig, another ‘tradition’ that I’ve missed this last year or so. Not the ‘fry up’ itself but the ‘craic’ around the breakfast table.
We were just short of a little birthday cake to finish it off I dunno which baker made this lovely cake for the grandson of one of our skippers but I’d have loved to have seen it ‘in the flesh’. I’d also have loved to see Jack’s face because he truly is ‘ferry daft’