Wendy’s Got Wood.

Thought some better pictures of progress on the cabin structure might be in order. Here’s some, stolen from Mark (ta bruv), which fit everything in a bit better, and show the state of play as it stands at the end of Sunday afternoon.






It’s about two thirds there, with the sills and window frames still to do, which will dictate the after end of the roof structure. And of course nothing’s glued together yet, doing so will require us to dismantle the entire structure before gluing, this part of the plan is going to be the sticking point. Oh, and the entire structure will obviously need cladding in hundred year old reclaimed teak (courtesy of Halifax, it was expensive but we didn’t think it’d break the bank) that’s so hard it’s practically fossilised. So maybe it’s not actually two thirds there at all. Why I always think these things should be easy and quick I’ll never know.
While I’m at it here are three more pictures (also pinched- ta bruv), from the previously blogged nine days of chaos which started all this.





Believe it or not but once upon a time in a past life I was a photographer; things have come to a sorry state though with my cameras long broken and languishing in a drawer, so I usually document our boat efforts on a mere camera phone. Mark on the other hand, owns a lovely digital Nikon SLR, which is the only reason you’re looking at pictures now at all.
But last weekend was all a bit heads-down-and–charge, and because wood dust fucks Nokias, no-one including me took any action shots so I’m forced to confess I don’t have a single picture to describe what is already affectionately known as the ‘B’ deck (or was it J deck, or the B-J deck? Ahem) that Jan and Becky constructed. They made an excellent temporary/permanent timber and shrinkwrap rain cover over the generator compartment at the stern. Best not to ask too much about the ‘Gimp deck’ that now covers the hatch too and is sheathed in black rubber… And neither do I have a pictorial record of the child labour which we found ourselves employing* on Sunday. Chris was definitely exempt from the laws regarding minimum wage, and had become bored of helping his parents to antifoul their big plastic boat. So he decided to offer us his services instead, our site being noisy, dirty, dangerous and made of metal and dust- most boys like this sort of thing, some of us never seem to grow out of it.




*He was very cheap, we paid him one family size bar of dairy milk chocolate which he bolted down in one go, after which he did an awful lot of hoovering.