Sunday, November 12, 2006

UPDATE ON THE B. O. A. T



BRING ON ANOTHER THOUSAND is what BOAT means, I have discovered over the last few months.

In July we decided to bite the bullet and take her out of the water to antifoul, and various other bits and pieces which we needed to convert this to a live aboard suitable for our needs and comfort.

So access to our home has been up an aluminium ladder, a bit of a novelty at first but that wears off very quickly. However the dog has taught herself to go up it, which will come in very handy when we send her out to work when we have thrown our last thousand into the floating money pit. Gofer on a building site might suit her newly acquired talents.

Anyway Thursday morning was our last chance to be lifted back in because of boats coming out for the winter, the crane going for a service, and lack of space in the Marina. It was Thursday or next April, and there is no way we were going to live up in the air for another few months. The pic above is of her being lifted off the cradle (please note the lovely shiny bottom).

Stress is an understatement when you have to stand and watch your world being hoisted, on what to me looked like two very flimsy canvas straps attached to a very large crane that creaks and groans and I swear wobbled as it took the weight.

Over she came and was lowered gently into the water and held there whilst being checked for leaks.

Mr. Kats jumped on board and opened the engine bays. He went white, his arms started going round like windmills and the cry of "Get it out, lift it up again!" was probably heard in the South of England. Three of the boatyard guys sauntered over and peered over the edge and declared it would take a week to sink with that leak and sauntered back to the crane to roll cigs and have a quiet snigger at Mr. Kats state of panic.

I have to say it was quite a sight watching Mr. Kats run to the Chandlery to get pipe, see him running back again, still white, arms still flailing. He's a very laid back bloke, and in 12 years it's the first time I've seen him rush, or panic about anything.

The leak was duly fixed and we were left to to float gently in the water.

It took a couple of days for various friends to stop, on the sight of Mr. Kats, from throwing their arms up in the air and shouting, "Get it out, get it out" before collapsing in a fit of giggles.

Me? I'm just enjoying being gently rocked to sleep at night, never regretting that momentous decision borne out of misfortune, to sell our house, our belongings and take on a totally different way of life.

West coast of Scotland, here we come, next spring.

Kats:0)




5 Comments:

Anonymous Lightning said...

She looks great, and I bet your glad she is back in the water. I think I might have panicked a bit seeing water coming in too, especially as this is your home. Next stop has got to be a bit of smuggling, what do you think?

9:27 PM  
Blogger Kim Ayres said...

You do it so we don't have to. I respect you for that

6:24 PM  
Blogger kats said...

lightning - I think I'd like to stay this side of the prison gates, although it masy be an opportunity for free board and lodging when we run out of money.

Kim - hmmmmm

8:48 AM  
Anonymous King Billy's concubine said...

Congats, Kats and Mr Kats -heh, I suppose "him indoors" just doesn't sound so good on the b.o.a.t.

Hope the weather isn't putting you off at the moment - quite a bit of frost last night!

And, if you want some smuggling tips, you want to visit customs museums - there's on in Oslo and one in Rotterdam, dunno about the UK.

4:20 PM  
Blogger kats said...

King billy - it snowed today- cosy in the b.o.a.t. though, but a tad slippy on the deck. Roll on summer.

6:48 PM  

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