Yesterday was the best day ever but today was even better. November in Okinawa is blissful.
I remember that I still have the cover for the late and much lamented Dileas. As I survey my early morning flowers, I wonder if it might fit the Scaffie.
Anyway I haul it out and stretch it over the Scaffie. It fits, more or less
I rig a long pole supported by plant pots judicially placed inside the Scaffie. This creates a tent effect, hopefully forcing rainwater to run off rather than pooling depressingly in the the concave cover.
I stretch the cover as well as I can, trimming the rope with an I:XL knife I bought in Tarbert decades ago.
During the manoeuvres, I called upon an aged neighbor to lend a hand. He is older than me by at least a decade but has the Okinawan sparkle in his eye. He takes me to his house to show me his crab trap. The concept is the same a lobster pot. The hapless crab is lured into the trap by delicious bait, in this case chicken, but cannot get out again. Greed. I go on about creels in Scotland and he looks delighted. Try miming a lobster pot. He helps me with my boat and I help him position the trap in the low water just in front of my house.
I think this will work unless high winds get under the cover, by way of the openings at the stern, and rip it up.
Bad week but amazing day.