It Begins!

We managed to speak to the Mother on the phone, she seemed remarkably well and while there will be an undoubtedly long recuperation, she herself left no doubt that she has what it takes to make it happen.

A little relieved, the first day of serious work began, perhaps a little later than planned, as by now it was after lunch, but we had a beginning.

The first thing my father built each time we moved house was a work bench, and that seemed like a sensible place to start.

I built a work bench that slotted in to the aft cockpit, and we moved the bed back into the dining area ready to start fitting out the aft cabin, and it was just on three in the afternoon so we had five hours of daylight left in which to make real progress, when there was a knock on the window.

It was Paul, the Dutchman from the boat next door.

"It's time to stop work now and have a drink with us" he commanded.