Pat had an idea to use a syringe to remove any unwanted excess water from the small holes we found in the bilge and it worked a treat! It is a bit worrying that there are holes in the bottom, but as far as we can see they do not go all the way through.
That would be troublesome.
Do you wanna dance? by The Beach Boys
Hot City Nights by someone.
eclectic.
this is the name of the miraculous black stuff that you spray all over the bilge of the boat to make it rust proof. IT”S AMAZING. Its a mixture of wax and oil and something else (sorry- I’ve forgotten but I’ll come back to it). And it goes on like a treat. So last night we got going. The tricky part is heating the oil or ‘oyl’ because it solidifies at room temperature- and kind of concretizes at boat temperature. We tried various experiments with buckets of hot water and kettles and trips to the tap outside because we’ve got no water hooked up (because there’s no tanks). It was positively edwardian. In the end we stuck the tins in front of the big space heater we’ve got in there, which runs on kerosene, and that did the trick. And them bish bash BOOM! on it goes…. more on saturday.
My little brother is playing ‘lifted’ by the lighthouse family at top volume next door to me. Can you believe it?
All day long. It was intense and groovy. Dudes. I’ve totally realised I need to jazz this space up. I’m not sure quite how yet. Perhaps bilge talk doesn’t much lend itself to jazzing. So I had lunch, alone, a-top the roof of the good ship seahorse and I smiled. It was a sunny day with much to commend it. I walked to the sandwich place and a passer-by asked me if I belonged to the ‘eco-village’ (a collection of shabby looking tents which, to be fair, as a collective is an all round good effort in terms of sustainable shed-style living- I’ve been to visit it and they were very friendly and mostly called ‘India’). I said no, and we had a nice chat, and I bid her good-day.