Hello, dear reader. Are you sitting comfortably or are you in the queue of traffic dashing to Dorset, only to be deterred by the local Police? It’s the “late spring ”Bank Holiday in Staying Alert England and still lockdown in the wee lassies Scottish Empire, and the other outlying parts of the UK. We’ve just had a week of warm and settled weather and, in typical fashion, the weather has broken for the holiday weekend.
The other day I arrived at the
cow boat shed to report for work as usual, flung back the pair of sliding doors and was assailed by a cloud of angry bees. I beat a retreat to my inner tent 1 and then, when things had calmed down a bit , I went to find out what was going on. It seems that a small colony of white tailed bees have established themselves in the cavity between the outside timber wall and the inner Asbestos cement wall of the of the cow boat shed. They seem quite active, a dozen or so bees hard at work.
I’d temporarily run out of things to do on the inside of the boat – all of the inside surfaces have been given a coat of epoxy. Those that are liable to flooding (the ballast tank and the capsize recovery tank) have been given several coats and have been given a snazzy blue gray colour. I’ve even fitted a couple of fittings (the drain / flood bungs for the ballast tanks).
It was time for RollOver. Not the kind associated with the National Lottery 3– but one that turns the boat over so that I can work on her bottom. I needed some help so arranged for the Purser and the (ex) NDN 5 to provide me with some socially distanced hired muscle. Before they arrived, I had to remove the boat from the trailer and get that out of the way.
I had arrived at work that day by bike, forgetting that my task for the day would require the use of a jack. So, some improvisation was required. Fortunately, as regular readers will recall, the CBS 6 os part of an extensive graveyard7 of builders equipment part of which is a varied collection of bricks and lengths of timber. So I built towers of bricks, used levers and generally utilised late stone age technology and, at the cost of a few scraped knuckles and strained muscles, the boat was lifted high enough for the trailer to pass underneath and so out of the barn. The boat was lowered to the floor and then dragged sideways ready for ROLLOVER day. We’d need the trailer tie downs for the morrow and some sort of softish support to rest the boat on.
The labourers arrived at the appointed hour and the camera was set rolling. Pieces of softish insulation were put in position under the boat. The trailer tie downs were secured to one side of the boat and then passed underneath her and back to the hired muscle. I stood opposite them where the boat was at it’s widest and gave the command. I lifted, they pulled and before you could blink, she was standing on her side and the hired muscle held her there. Between us we walked her towards the stove to give more space to let her down in and slowly we lowered her to the floor.
Job done and the muscle went home. She then needed lifting off the floor to make working on her easier for my back.
A day spent rubbing her down 8 with sandpaper and getting ready to glue and tape the joints between the planks and between the hull and the centre board. I need to buy some more Epoxy before starting that set of tasks.
In the meantime, enjoy your trip to Dorset and back.
- The physical one, made out of cheap white tarpaulins, not the metaphorical (mental) tent 2
- According to the owners agent, I’m in that most of the time
- This lottery, introduced in the time of John Majors premiership is (in my view) a voluntary tax, so I do not participate. 4
- It’s used by the lottery fund to pay for a lot of stuff that used to be met out of GeneralTaxation
- Next Door Neighbour
- I think he refers to it all as “stock”.
- This seems to be known as “faring” in the boat building trade. I think there’s a lot more to come become she is ready.