Castor was lifted from the water and placed in a cradle. The mechanic Arrived wearing rubber gloves and overhauls, his tools were unwrapped and laid out neatly in a row, Chantal and I were apprehensive, Castor was in a bad shape. Pints of gear oil were set up to drip feed Castor. Like a surgeon performing an operation, his incisions were precise and accurate, every part dismantled was meticulously cleaned and checked. Castor's sail-drive was rebuilt using new oil seals and installed with new rubber diaphragms, the YanMar had the once over with new impellers and filters fitted. Even the generator was serviced. Anti-fouled, polished propeller and she was back in the water. After a few days resting Castor was given the all clear and we could breath again. In fact we could dream again, dream of a new summer cruising the Mediterranean with Castor. Yes I know I shouldn't make plans and yes they all went wrong last summer, so what I can dream can't I?