Can’t fit it all in.

The following photographs completely fail to capture the scale of what’s happened to Wendy Ann. I need a wider lens/camera that is not also a telephone. When I went for a look yesterday I walked into the tent and just stood there slack-jawed for a long moment, then Tim Zim stuck his head in and we both stood there gawping a bit longer.


The first coats of paint are ON the hull! As you can see she’s a sort of fetching two-tone scheme at the moment, I wish I’d seen her on Friday when she apparently turned blue all over after the first coat… Anyway, the shiny black stuff you can see covering our boat below the (generous) waterline now is the much coveted high build epoxy, interzone 954. God only knows where Steve managed to get it from but I’m very happy to see it applied to our pride and joy where it counts.


She’s been flash blasted, so a layer of coarse black grit covers absolutely everything except the hull, and the floor of the tent looked like a volcanic beach before I started laboriously sweeping up into piles yesterday. Today B and I intend to scream round work at 100 miles per hour, then run away to Southampton for the evening and get all of it barrowed out into a skip. Ooh. Romantic.