Devils and Details, part 2.

AKA. Getting by with a little help from my friends.

Well. Before this becomes ancient history I want to mention something about the battening process, which had to take place before we got covered in foam. Namely that it took a while, and required more of me than I could give alone without imploding. That vessel of ours is one seriously complex shape, see?
Becky and I hired the Hilti gun for another weekend and came back exhausted stinking of gunpowder with bruised elbows and chunks out of my knuckles. Then Jan and I took out shares in gripfill, using boxes of it to fix battening where a hilti-nail just wouldn’t do.
By the way, these babies:

are some of the porthole liners. I couldn’t handle the thought of de-boatifying wendy’s soon-come interior lining by putting square frames around circular holes, so I only spent four days laminating up eighteen of these shapes. They’re made from ‘AA’ grade birch ply in various configurations, in order to get them done the forward accommodation had to become something of a production line of repetitive tasks, before handing them over to Sam and J to fit. Fit they did. Where would I be without competent crew?


Marooned, that’s where.
So, to my mates, Jan (as ever), Supersam and new girl Jamie, Ranka- my big grinders new best friend, and of course the ever delightful miss Bee- I tip my hat to you all again. I reckon we did a good job, you all cheerfully tolerated my complete obsession with the boat as usual, only scarpering for the beach when my eyes really glazed over- and I didn’t completely lose my mind as a result. Thank you.