Dental disaster

Friday 23 March

The pre-payment on shore power ran out overnight, so the crew awoke to a cold cabin, but briefly bright sunshine outside. Skipper prepared me for departure while Mate attended to domestic duties below, and then they disappeared off to yet another museum. They were back after another kibbeling lunch, and I was a little mollified by their gifts of an Enkhuizen ‘courtesy’ flag and a smart new large ball fender, to replace the one they part-melted recently by hanging it over the heating exhaust outlet…again.

However, it turned out that we’re not going anywhere today after all, as Skipper has to go to a dentist instead: he’s lost a crown and needs some urgent – expensive – remedial work until he can arrange for a new one to be made and fitted, which means another place we’ll probably spend longer than we’d wish.