|Drying out with the fishermen|
The spot used by the fishing boats looked by far the best bet so we slipped in behind them on a very conveniently timed tide (HW 0830). The state of the hull wasn't too awful, considering the nearly 8 months spent immobile in the water at Mortagne, but it did need to be done. We waded in, with wetsuits and wellies, while the water was still knee-high, it being easier to scrub with the rinse water right there and needing the time. All was clean and painted by the time the water came lapping back up. The fishermen cut it a bit fine, as may be seen in the photo. They did curse when a passing powerboat threw its wake up under them while they were still painting. The beaching legs sported by nearly every boat here are immensely practical. Maybe Fettler will be getting a pair sometime.
It's always a long day, slipping the boat and working on her over a tide and one is well tired out by the end of it, but there's also something of a post-exam elation about it when everything is finished up successfully. The evening and the next day were most enjoyable.
|The small fry have a problem|
|A skeleton in the cemetery of boats|
|Even in decay are they magnificent|
|Decks need swabbing|