Great plans for sailing overturned by the still very churned up sea post typhoon.
Not to worry as Okubo san comes for a very long lazy picnic on the boat. It is fun.
People drop by for a chat. The best is Kozzy san who turns out to make covers for boats! He says he can make a cover for mine. After all the hassle I have been through trying to get a cover, a guy just turns up by the boat. Perfect timing as Tomomi was there to translate! Life is good.
No one was very concerned with the storm; until it arrived that is. It had been sold as a bit of a gale but it suddenly morphed into a full blown, pun, typhoon.
Winds of 90 knots were recorded at the marina. On the day of the typhoon it was far too dangerous to drive down to check on the boat but today I got there bright and early.
The cover had been shredded all the eyelets that attached it to the hull were pulled out and it was hanging over the side. The cockpit, bilges and cabin were full of rain water and she was very low in the water. The Norfolk Gypsy is not a good boat for Okinawa unless it has an excellent cover. Fingers crossed that I will get a cover from England soon.
Due to the recurring flooding of the boat, I am now very well set up with pumps.
Watch the movie full screen and highest definition possible.
So, I rig my home-made tarpaulin cockpit cover which should keep out most of the rain. Apparently there will be gusts up to 80 knots and I dread the whole thing will tear off.
I have had great difficulty finding anyone who can make me a canvas made-to-measure cover. Having established that there is not a viable Okinawan option, I turned to England. I was passed like a parcel from place to place with no progress. I finally contacted a Norfolk Gypsy owner in Essex whom I had noticed has a very solid looking cover. He has been very helpful and has put me in touch with the person who made his cover. It looks like this person will be able to make the same for me. Fingers crossed.
You can always tell a storm is coming because flocks of Golden Plovers turn up on flatland close to the shore.
Anyway, change of subject; I have to get rid of my old rice cooker. I amble up to the village office where they give me a delightful sticker in exchange for 300¥. This I stick to the old cooker and leave it outside for the garbage men. So easy.
This is a high speed scrapbook of stuff from my recent trip to Europe. It is really a personal archive so I don’t forget. The trip was dominated by my Mother’s cremation nevertheless I got in a lot of other stuff. Thank you so much to all of you who extended such wonderful hospitality.
Landed at Heathrow very early to be met by my ever charitable brother Alan who got up very early.
We went to see his daughter, my niece, Emma and her kids.
Back to Alan’s in Stony Stratford where I ate a lot of pies.
Then to Geneva. I stay the night with Jeremy and set off very early by train to Bellegarde, where I am picked up by bestest friend Zandra.
Two days with Zandra, her daughter Lauren, Lauren’s husband Andy and their twin daughters.
Fantastic day with Jeremy. We go to Evian for Filets de Perche beside the lake.
We go to Jeremy’s studio in Bernex, a small ski station above Evian. We take a telesiege up high and go for a walk. Too beautiful. Then we drive back to the lake for a swim.
Back to England for the cremation Very early flight but again I am picked up. This time by very charitable Barry. I stay with sister Rosie. Barry and Rosie have the most beautiful house in the world. We eat incredibly well.
Then to London to stay with Ian and Ann. They feed me so well and take me to a chandlery where I pick up lots of bits for the boat. They also have shorts that fit my very un-Japanese bottom.
Back to Okinawa. I get in very late after 20 hours of travel. The car would not start.
During my absence I missed Arisa’s farewell party. Boo. She was a wonderful colleague who did so much to establish OIST’s reputation.
Europe is amazing. I must spend more time there. Thanks everybody.
For the last few months I have noticed that the food I prepare has tasted strange.
This was particularly evident in a pig’s foot terrine that I cooked last weekend. Each time I tasted it during the very long simmering period, it needed more salt. So I added more salt from the plastic bag of salt that I use for cooking.. When it came to eating it, it tasted very odd and I had to sprinkle even more salt on it from a salt cellar.
Yesterday, I spilled some salt from the bag and instinctively licked it off my hand. It was not salt. It was sugar.
How many bags of sugar have I consumed, thinking it was salt?
I go to Amazon, I buy a new one, which is delivered at 10:00 am on Sunday morning. I love Amazon.
The real problem is learning how to use the new one. The manual explains everything but is in a language I cannot read. Too many options.
It has of course been pouring with rain ever since I got back from Europe. Small Typhoons.
My home-made cockpit cover blew off again. I have been trying very hard to buy a proper cover but cover makers in England seem to be determined not to sell me one or send me dimensions so I can get one made over here. Brexit despair probably.
Mummy died. We all got together to mark the finality of it all. There was never a better woman.
We, my sister and brothers with partners met the day before the cremation to decorate the coffin with hundreds of photos that spanned my mother’s life. This was a good event as we discussed each photo, ooh’ed at photos we had forgotten, marveled at her beauty as a young woman. With wars, uprisings, 4 children and so much more; she had an amazing life. It brought us very close together. Thank you Rosy for coming up with the idea.
We sat in the cremation parlour and sang and listened to songs that Mummy liked.