So, not much to say in this little text other than this has been a glorious weekend. I have spent it outside. Just wandering around but above all gently nurturing the Scaffie back to top condition. This will be a long job as she has had a hard season. Okinawa for all her beauty, is a stern mistress. She exerts a hard toll on all things material. Spiritual stuff, neither rusts nor corrupts here but everything else does.
The main focus of the refit is the thwart. This slab of oak holds the mast in place and through it run and cleat the halyards. You will remember that it disappeared over the side some time in the summer.
This event left the thwart with a significant crack across it. I must fashion a new thwart.
I go to the wood store. This is the best place. It is full of exotic hardwoods and the boss man and I have had several interesting conversations. I mime, “Please cut a replacement thwart for the Scaffie from a plank of amazing hardwood.” He gets it instantly. He then lists the different woods he can make it from. I cry “Oak!” He cries,”Oak! So des, Oak arimas!” We cry on each others’ shoulders. I cannot wait to see what he comes up with.
The weather is perfect. The skies are huge.
I walk up and down the beach.
I spend a long time watching a pair of Ospreys fish in the bay.
I then blunder around looking for birds.