Three AM here in Troon and once more I fell asleep after dinner with the aid of excellent scran and some
Czech lager, though this time it was only one pint. The two that I’ve managed daily for the last week being impossible on account of me being ‘pure feckered’ And it wasn’t just me, Hallaig’s master was also way too tired for number two and the pair of us retired early after a three course dinner in ‘The two fat ladies’ restaurant here at ‘The Marine’ http://twofatladiesrestaurant.com/marine/menus I’ve never really understood this ‘franchised carp’. OK, I can see it with the likes of the ‘golden arches’ and Starbuck’s where the ‘sheep in us’ likes to conform and buy the same carp in Newport Pagnel as Novosibirsk, but gourmet food, what’s all that about? I mean one of the ‘fat ladies’ is dead and I’m sure the other aint been to Troon in years. Sure the ‘pumpkin tortellini’ was delicious but with only five ‘parcels’ it ensured that you got ripped off for a sweet afterwards
You may well gather from this that after seven nights here we’re getting sick of the menu, not to mention the £4.25 surcharge for kippers, £9.95 for steak and ‘blah, blah, blah,’. Don’t get me wrong the Marine is nice the staff exemplary and the rooms ‘just peachy’ but I’ve had enough and want to go home. This morning we couldn’t even manage any ‘dead animals’ at breakfast and the pair of us settled for a lighter option.
I know, I know, it’s not ‘hard life’ and I should be grateful but I’ve had enough now and I want to get back to Raasay. With any luck I’ll be back at my beloved Arnish on Wednesday but before that I’ve a ship to take out of dry dock.
The MV Hallaig’s dock is due to be ‘flooded’ at 15:00 and I’ve an awful lot of stuff to check first.
At some point the water level either side of this huge steel gate will be equalized and Hallaig will be ready to go to a berth in Troon harbour.
As you can see, it’s a busy place with JST’s hardware taking up much of the available space.
Prior to any of this of course the staff at Dale’s were all over the ship like a rash.
My Polish friends Wojeck and Tibi grafting throughout the weekend on the ramp pins and bushes.
Whilst they were busy underneath the ship the ‘Greenock crew’ were making the most of Troon’s sunnier climes by getting on with the painting.
Ok, Ok, I know it’s a rubbish post but it’s 4:28 now and I may manage two hours sleep if I’m lucky