Yesterday, we did mention that we’d moved a few hundred metres. We may not have seemed excited about that but we were.
We were becoming quite attached to our mooring high above the concrete floor. It wasn’t all beer and skittles of course. Having to climb down a ladder to empty the washing up bucket could wear a bit thing after a while, and walking what seemed like kilometres through a shipyard to answer those midnight calls of nature while the new loo sat in its corner giggling at us, was not a highlight. None the less, we couldn’t help but feel just a little superior, perched up on high as the world went on below us.
Yesterday morning as promised, all that changed. Thijs arrived with a pocket full of bolts, installed them and as is is way, with no fuss at all, gently lifted and placed our little ship back into her natural environment.
It is truly amazing how the character of an inanimate object can change with its surroundings. In an instant our Joyeux was transformed from something akin to a container on stumps, to a living thing, quietly moving on the water like a pet returning home, sniffing around to make sure she was really back.
Mr Perkins, bless him, awoke from his slumber with the merest prod, behaving impeccably for the entire four hundred metre journey back to the Port. Perhaps he’s saving his dark and recalcitrant side for Franky tomorrow, or maybe like us, he’s genuinely glad to be on the water again.
It’s nice, we have the feeling we are on our way, even if we are not. We’re living in a boat filled to its eyeballs with wire offcuts, tools and electrical connectors.
With a little luck we’ll have finished fitting the new lights tomorrow and inevitably with the other of us barely able to conceal her fidgeting while work has gone on around her for the past few days, will unleash her super power and some semblance of tidiness will magically appear.
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