The place is starting to smell of fish. I cycle past the air extractor of the Unisea processing plant several times a day and it’s pushing out what feels like almost solid fishy odour. And there’s a chute churning out real fish as well – I think the rejects from the line. Yummy! And now we have rolling foggy rain and not much wind, so it hangs around.And everythin g is drab grey beige muddy
We have a few things still to do – fresh food, waiting for delivery of new AIS black box, removing barnacles – Wunderbars, I will inflate our rubber ducky and just reach under the boat and scrape them off. Cold, wet work! – and I have to try to waterproof a stanchion base that is leaking. Will be difficult if the rain doesn’t stop and serves me right for leaving it till the last minute. And I have to return borrowed bike, phone, backpack and other goodies to Dave B. Don’t know whether there will be departure party or photos – unlikely, I think, as David W is by now transiting Chicago or somewhere equally awful.
Have given the Rat a haircut – Swiss army knife scissors in front of the mirror – looking motheaten and scrofulous.
Much later – main food packed into boat, de-barnacled, no AIS yet, McQ and K buying the freshies and the Boot Room Rat doing all the admin things – and lookingt for a sponge and silicone spray – and gerttring grey mud spray in a strip – well, everywhere actually – over new Henri pants and Mustang jacket. And catching up with our Spanish friends and exchanging data and frequencies and other useful stuff. Their boat is called Amodin~a with the squiggle over the n. Home built from scrap, they say. Impressive, and very experienced.
Time to go out in ther mud again.
The logs ramblings can be cryptic, so we have added: