Wednesday 20 July
As I said, the crew were up and about with the first light of dawn to put out all my fenders to prevent a rude introduction to my nearest neighbour, whose skipper had warned them that boats here don’t all swing the same way at the same time, and it took my people two more attempts to find a bit of mud that would hold us firmly in a breeze that built all morning. It feels like the people have reorganised my galley store; something about an inventory of stock to be kept? And emptying that gave Skipper a chance to run some cabling deep in my hull as part of his Radar Installation Project. Needless to say, after all the nocturnal shenanigans not much got done today, but the Mate decided that my back step is definitely a more upmarket hair salon than the shower in the heads (bathroom), and seems happier for feeling clean and fresh. Maybe someday soon they’ll do the same for me? I’m really not keen on all that sticky salt lying on my decks and windows for too long.