So, we have a big week of changing Japan’s er, like science communication.

Cortez, what a killer.

But the real stuff was at the weekend. I play with my boat.

The Kanna is the best tool. It untimely rips that wood from its mother’s womb

All you pretty women stand in line, because this weekend I am working on the boat. I plane down my oars. I drench them in teak oil and then apply the first coats of varnish. I position the stag horns.

Thanks Patrick

Spring is surging. The sap is spouting. This means butterflies, who watch me sand and varnish with  Etonian disdain.

Warm my toilet seat.

That’s allright

A quick break to play music in a shopping center which allows me to stop by the dirty pool.

I’m Mandy – fly me.

I’ve got my love to keep me warm

Jonathan and I hoist the sail for the first time. Regrettably the wind is strong and coming from the worst possible direction. No worries, we get a pretty good idea of rigging and hoisting protocols.

If I win some money , sure nuff, I’ll bring you some.

Quite frankly, playing with boats in warm Spring sunshine with good company is  very fine.

A little girl comes by and wants to sit in the boat.

I see the future very optimistically.