I spring from bed as dawn, er, you know. I love to have a project. I love to have a project with a whole Sunday stretching ahead without interruption. I love to have a project on a sub-tropical beach where Pacific Rim Egrets watch my endeavor.

Well played Leigh Halfpenny. It is 7:00

So I give another coat of blue very early. I come back at lunchtime. I turn her over and paint her gunwales. I think she likes that.

Context

I paint the decking red so that the blood does not show.

Sink me the ship, Master Gunner – sink her, split her in twain!
Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain!’

Then the seats in white.

‘We have fought such a fight for a day and a night
As may never be fought again!
We have won great glory my men!
And a day less or more
At sea or ashore,
We die – does it matter when?

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,

I think the definition of unhappiness is not having a project.

Where is my engine?