I phone Shoken san, who is the boss of the ‘sailing school’ that is, in a very loose way, preparing me for my license. He tells me that I have passed the theoretical written test.
I studied as hard as I could and failure would have been another nail in the coffin.
Tomorrow, there is a practical test, when apparently we all go out on a boat. Shoken san says that there is nothing I can do to prepare, nor to study. I er trust him.
Things are vaguely moving towards a working boat.
I try to polish my pintle!
I then install the bottom pintle. This is tricky, as she is bolted through the transom and I have to fumble through inspection holes in the stern lockers.
Prior to installing the pintle I use compound and polish on the transom. This is the first time I have used the product and my polisher. It is not successful, as I use too much compound, which is sprayed around as soon as I switch on the polisher.
I finally get the hang of it and the transom comes up very well. Years of salt, sun, soba, sashimi, etc; are ground off and buffed up.
Sato san comes by with my paint that he has ordered from Yokohama. Sato san is a good man and a very experienced boat painter. I have this wonderful feeling of security that he will guide me through the painting.
I spend the rest of the day sanding down the top structure in an attempt to remove the major crazing before painting. It is dirty work but generally successful.
A very good day and incidentally, it is hot, I am sunburnt.