Tuesday 28 March
Mate decided to take the opportunity of still being in Falmouth to load up Bertha with another batch of laundry, and trundle her through town and up the hill to Bubbles for another washday [chat with Nathan, I reckon]. While she was away, Skipper took it upon himself to move me on his own down the pontoon to make room for another boat to join me: a small one, I hope, as there’s still not much space here.
It seems our helpful insurance company are happy to wait until it’s convenient for us to have the repair work done, as the damage is not integral to my hull structure and won’t deteriorate if not remedied immediately. I suppose I’ll just have to put up with showing war wounds for the time being.
The weather’s looking good for next week, so my crew have decided to head for the Isles of Scilly on Friday.