Saturday, 14 February 2015
There she is, the good tub Freyja temporarily hibernated in out neighbours yard. I think they call it a yard anyway.
The cover "very tough" it said on the packet, it already holed and by the time we move Freyja to a barn in a couple weeks it will be shredded!
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Thursday, 5 February 2015
Thanks to the sterling work of the local massive, Freyja now nestled up in her temporary home prior to having a lot of TLC in the dry. Without Stuart, Murray, Toots and The Crofter I would be tearing my hair out in the harbour somewhere. Whereas now I am home sat with a cup of hot tea, the radio 3 softly serenading me and HHHCB curled up farting contentedly. I on the other hand look wonderful and feel battered after the epic!
We, Eve and I were in town by 7.45 this morning and by eight I was on Freyja sorting the anchor chain [sorted and on a buoy for the moment], starting the engine that has been unused for a month and then deciding that fuel for the engine is probably a good thing - after which the thing started. Wonderful.
I got the tub Freyja and blow-up over to Cuddy point easily enough at highish tide and was met by the eager Toots. Soon we had rigged up the big string on the back of the tub so we could push her out ready to be brought backwards onto the trailer - which by this time had been brought down to the slip by Stuart and Murray. This trailer like many of the Leisure17 ones put the boat on arse first. The whole thing is a nightmare to be honest. If Murray hadn't had his kinky long boots and I hadn't got my feet / legs wet and Stuart hadn't been there to direct matters we would never had got it on! On it did go after a great deal of 'bother' and the like.
I asked the boys to leave it on the flat bit of Cuddy Point so I could dis-mast it with Toots as we had more time. That's when it really started to go wrong. I mean, some bits went ok but at one no two points I found the front bit of the tub Freyja crashing to the ground throwing me off and depositing me on the wet, cold concrete - albeit with extra bruises. I was not amused. I was not happy either I can tell you. We got the thing sorted - just about and retreated to a cafe where we had a chat to the lovely Graham Edwards who cheered us no end!
Later I came back in with Mr Crofter, his 'friend' Gemma in the re-mended Pimpmobile with which he kindly towed Freyja back to North Tolsta and Stuarts croft where it will sit until I can bear to look at it!