Heavy on the mess part.
Richard Henry Dana wrote “as has often been said, a ship is like a lady’s watch, always out of repair.” which would be funny if I wasn’t living it. Since January, we’ve had AV out a couple of times, but you’ll note the ringing silence inhabiting the trip log. Because the trips were hard.
As if entropy personified, AV’s reward for turning attention to other matters has been a series of tiny catastrophes (it’s leaking on my pillow) building (and the washer’s broken) to (now the steering rams need replacing) a crescendo (windlass motor is toast and can’t be replaced, new windlass requires different chain…).
All these issues have been dealt with as they came up. All have gotten resolved. But, phew, not relaxing at all.
But…
But, Daniel and I are optimistic fatalists (and clearly slow learners) with new fairleads for the jib sheets and a high-falutin’ foulie jacket, so we’re going out again this weekend. Fingers crossed.
Wahoo!