So, we have a big week of changing Japan’s er, like science communication.
But the real stuff was at the weekend. I play with my boat.
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.
Spring is surging. The sap is spouting. This means butterflies, who watch me sand and varnish with Etonian disdain.
A quick break to play music in a shopping center which allows me to stop by the dirty pool.
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.
Quite frankly, playing with boats in warm Spring sunshine with good company is very fine.
I see the future very optimistically.
I hope that heron is friendly, looks kinda mean.
Are you planning on dipping the lug? Looks like a mini Zulu herring boat.
Apparently, thus spake the builder, no lug dipping is needed. The boat is wonderful and the herring boat comparison makes her more so.