Washer and washing up

It’s been a momnth now since we blew the seal on our compressor, meaning even though we’ve got lots of water in the tanks, we can’t get any of it out of the taps. The replacement part must be being walked from The Netherlands at this rate…

So we’ve been having to fill our 20 or so 1.5 liter bottles from the mooring’s standpipe and do our washing up with those and the kettle. It is getting really old now.

The other water matter is that the previous owners took their washer with them, leaving us with a hookup in the kitchenette in the captain’s cabin. The 1930s sliding doors proved to be far too narrow for the standard UK size washing machines, though, so we ended up buying a compact, top-loading Hoover model, which was delivered on Thursday, just as James and I were both getting over this crappy cold/flu thing that’s been going around the moorings. So even though I hadn’t been at work all day, we had to haul a washing machine down to the boat (which was fine since we were lent a dolly), but then we were kinda stuck once we got it onto the garden barge next to us. Because it was low tide, our deck settles about 2 or 3 feet higher than that of the garden barge, but because of the placement of the access door to the captain’s cabin, we also had two taller bollards in the way, too. It worked out that we had to somehow raise the washer four feet off the ground, over about two and a half feet of muddy Thames water, and then into the open hatch door, all while being really weak from illness.

We waited around for a couple hours looking for a big burly man to come and help us, but we finally resigned ourselves to the fact that we had to do it alone. We finally ended up getting out our short metal gangplank so we wouldn’t have to worry so much about our £300 washer falling in the mud, and just “rolled” the washer up that with a series of grunts, and eventually the other could climb up on deck and shove it through the hatch from their end.

Now we only have to get it down the narrow captain’s cabin stairs and through two sliding doors to its final resting place (hmm, that sounds more ominous than I intended)!

- posted by Melissa Fehr on 2 June 2007, 12:03 in