|Vessel Make/Model:||Nicholson 39|
and one last bag after one last night sleep under a solid brick and concrete roof. Blimey! The last few days I thought it will never end. More and more bits appeared from nowhere. James is gone to sleep in nice hotels and I have to finish off The Move by myself. We live so relatively uncluttered and in comparison with most of our friends and family almost frugal but still I had to go begging for banana boxes at Pingo Doce day after day. They sell 4 to 5 boxes of bananas per day. Important fact to know in case one moves. Not sure, how many I accumulated in the end but it is a lot. And since the aft cabin is not liveable yet, a lot had to stay packed and lives in the storage unit I had planned to give up months ago. The apartment feels sterile, soulless (not that it ever had much of that in the first place) and very empty. Hard to believe we managed to fill it, had up to 20 people baking and BBQing in it at times and two dogs and two friends staying with us for weeks. This chapter is now closed. We'll see what comes next!
Despite having been careful and taping everything up dust went everywhere of course. Started cleaning the galley and moving back on board. Seems that over time we have indeed moved out almost completely. The moving back is taking so much more time than I thought and I can't believe how much stuff there is in the apartment! What happened? And all this used to be on Scrabbler?
Again! We have so much to do but we can't stop! And look at this!! Absolute mean dice have given me all of four vowels. Nasty, but I got them after all. And look how pretty the result is. I am for extra points for beauty but James won't let me have them!
Not sure, of we will make it under the 365 mark. Probably not. But the forepeak is about 95% done. Still need to play around with our anchor locker but that is sort of under the forepeak and I decided it does not count. So FINISHED! I wonder, if my dad will recognise his den, where he spent many hours being bounced around the Med or sleeping under a starry sky. It does not resemble the padded cell with sticky, fake leather anymore at all. And although we added storage along the side, there is much more space now and the cabin has a feeling of space and light. Might be the new hatch. No more drips and no more scratches. One can actually see through! We decided after all against the infill to make a double bed. No hanky panky for the guests! Now the bed has a beautiful fibreglass trim which the DARK MASTER James the First made with his own hands. Thank you Matt for teaching us The Art! The bed springs are now hidden, the mattresses have a nice stopper and it gives the place a more modern feeling. Whatever were they thinking in 1979????
The cosy corner! It feels really nice to finally see it all come together. Although it might still be a while. My grandma died and I will go for almost all of June to Germany. Boat things will be postponed. Also, we finally started wiring in our solar panels and for that the ceilings in the aft cabin had to come down. Sadly, this all takes again longer and turned out to be bigger and messier than expected. So sleeping quarters will be up front while I have to restore order in the aft cabin again. One fine day...
Wow! Portugal finally discovered tapas for good. Last year the same event had only a few restaurant participating and it was a bit disappointing for tapas fans. But this year they absolutely surpassed any expectations! Well organised, over 30 restaurant all over town and the quality of the tapas!!! Nothing for weight conscious people. We enjoyed a lovely evening with Ian and Judith ex-SY Zaurak and ventured into 5 different places. For three Euros we got a tapa and a drink. The Imperio Do Mar was our absolute favourite! Juicy tender quail, innovative sweet potatoes and lovely wine - all for just three Euros. Incredible! We will return!
It is getting there. Other jobs have now priority so Mission Control has slipped down the list and is not finished yet. Another job, that took much longer than planned. Basically just take the time times 4 for the job you plan to do and you might just about make it in time. I am too impatient to do this although James keeps reminding me. And then I am upset if things are still not done. But again, after 8 years of living aboard it is also nice in a way to live ashore for a bit. But the apartment is not really our taste and very limited in cosiness and comfort. Might be because we also use it as workshop and storage for all the things from the boat starting with mattresses and cushion from the saloon. Seeing it all out of place and piled high turns it into clutter! But most of the instruments are now fitted again or fitted for the first time since being removed from Muckly and that takes away a big chunk of stuff.
We changed our anchor chain a while ago and kept pondering about a new configuration of the anchor locker. We would like to store the chain further aft and also reduce the weight up front. One of the strange things in the boat is, that every locker has a fibreglass infill ranging from 1 to 2 cm in thickness. The biggest of those beasts lives in the forepeak under the bed. It is so big, that is can't come out of the boat. It does not fit through the hatch nor the door and it weighs so much, that two people are needed to wrestle it out of the locker. Again, why the hell did they make it like that? A watertight strong bulkhead would have been more useful. So after a long time of thinking and moaning about The Beast we finally slaughtered it! Lovingly cut into filet and legs it now lives outside and might get used elsewhere in the boat. Now we have a lovely big anchor chain storage and only have to fiddle a bit with the run of the chain. Weight is further aft and the enormous dead weight of The Beast is gone. Wonder, how high poor Scrabbler will float when she goes back in.
James has after a long time some days off and we can finally do the jobs, where four hands are needed. There are too many on the list and the holiday is too short but at least the weather is almost playing ball. The saloon has an almost finished feeling and I think, I will prematurely take some cushions down tomorrow, just so we have one nice cosy corner. Might be counterproductive though. We might find ourselves huddled up there and staring like deer in headlights at the jobs that are still there. I used a program to calculate the day of the refit but was too shocked to write the number down. So I chose seconds instead. Less shocking! I can't remember the last time I was lying around like this in the boat. Nice feeling and soon even nicer and softer!