Some of you will remember the great wreck tragedy of last September. In this debacle, I lost my rudder. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2016/09/29/rogue-and-peasant-slave/

I have been rudderless ever since and this has brought down misery and pain in my professional and private lives. No direction. Wherefore art thou rudder?

Anyway, to sail a boat you need a rudder.  I have to build a new one.

Today I get a wonderful set of packages from Bob, the heroic boss of: http://www.honnormarine.co.uk/ . Buy boats here people.

I am saved!

Yay! Template.

I make hundred of holes through the template to guide my cut.

I have a saw thing which a bought to dismember the late lamented Dileas. I cut.

The battery runs down very quickly.

I love this kind of stuff, cutting a new rudder from a big plank of plywood on a glorious  day in Okinawa.

She is born

I drench her in good stuff.

The bed of the truckette  is the best work surface.

A lot of sanding and gentle adjustment ahead but the Scaffie lives. Thanks Bob!

As I work, a Great White Egret fishes.