The most beautiful day of the year. Good breeze, calm sea, glorious weather, just perfect for sailing.
So what do I do? I pull the Scaffie out of the water.
Why? Typhoons on the way. So soon? Er, I suppose so. What can I do about it?
The Scaffie has to come out today, what with it being Sunday. This is of course the best fun. I have been planning how to do it for weeks. I set up the mighty Tirfor.
I row the Scaffie up to Dead Man’s Gulch and with the help of John, Micheal and Harry, get her onto the little trailer, whose wheels are far too small. Not only too small but the tyres are also horribly under inflated.
In fact it is not an easy exercise. The wheels on the trailer are hopeless and the blue strips of plastic that I had thought the wheels would run over easily in fact just sink into the sand. The plywood boards are however ideal. I winch and winch and slowly the Scaffie works her way up the beach to her place of shelter from the storm.
Although a little difficult today I now know exactly what stuff is needed to facilitate – lots of plywood boards and better wheels.
The Scaffie will probably lie here for the next 2 weeks as once the typhoons, there are 2 on their way er by the way, the great storms of the Board of Governors meetings blow in. Wild, powerful stuff and I doubt that I will get out on the boat.