ON A BOAT

Life on the River!

fantasy dress

Yesterday was valentine’s day so we decided to do the romantic thing: three trips to the dump and cover ourselves in some extra coatings of dust.  Look how pretty we look.

In boaty terms we are now at the extreme dust stage- there is nothing but rust dust everywhere.  (I forgot to take the camera so only have these photos once we were back home).  To be honest, Saturday’s grinding/hoovering/dusting experience was not my favourite so far of the boat-home making tasks. Also, despite wearing rancid protective masks we have still probably inhaled more rust dust than is remotely healthy.

dust to dust

It’s a dusty old time now on the good ship seahorse.  The bilges have been angle-grinded down by Pat and there is much dust to be found.  This is good- because it means the muck has dried and the boat is therefore dry.  But it is a very dusty time.  Pat came home from angle-grinding and I didn’t go.

carnival

In Brazil it’s Carnival right now.  I don’t mind.

grub part 3

Phase 3: Involves inviting friends over and they come and feel sorry for you but they help anyway for a few hours and we are VERY grateful.  Apart from Ian who came all the way from Brighton but didn’t tell his unsuspecting girlfriend Jo that she was going to be scrubbing a filthy bilge. Silly Ian. Poor Jo.

It’s looking a bit drier, no?

grub part 2

Phase 2:  Where we put on clothes we never want to see again and hack lovingly at the bottom of our boat.  Apparently it would be difficult to make a hole in it.  I love hacking though because it’s satisfying and I like getting rid of scum under the surface of things.  So this is a good job for me.  I am a diligent and conscientious worker. Pat is more of a ‘site-supervisor’ and spends most of his time rubbing dirt on his face (to appear harder working) and trying out new methods of doing things.  He’s more of a leader/innovator and I’m more of a worker/sheep.  You learn a lot about yourself doing this.