And so it begins...

We’re waiting for our black water (ie: sewage) tank to be delivered and installed so this week we’ve only been able to be down at the moorings for as long as our bladders can hold. Which works out to be most evenings, arriving after work, changing into wellies, old jeans and a weatherproof jacket, and getting straight into work.

On Monday the mooring owner helped us move a bit closer into our official position – another boat was in our spot but couldn’t move up the full length of our boat because other boats in the line would have to move further first. So for the meantime we need to walk across the back of their boat to jump onto the front of ours, which is fine until we need to move furniture! This pulling, tying, and knotting also taught us that we have a lot to learn about ropes. Mostly, that we need to buy a huge quantity of thicker ropes (about 100m of 1.5” thick), and that we really need to learn some sailor’s knots because our attempts, frankly, were pathetic.

On Tuesday James was late getting back from work so I set out alone with the cordless drill to remove the boards over the captain’s cabin windows (being put there to protect the glass during the crossing). I cut quite the figure – balancing on a foot wide walkway with quite a bit of movement from a passing clipper (grrr, going too fast, giving us huge wakes!), hanging on with one arm, power drill poised in the other taking the boards off our windows! James has got a similar task with an angle grinder on the saloon windows at the weekend when we’ll actually be around during noisy hours (M-F 8-6, Sat 8-1).

Last night’s task was to sort out our mains electricity, as the fittings and cabling that came with the boat were a weird Dutch, 5-prong plug with 3-phase unguarded cabling (our mooring and every one else here uses 3-pronged, 1 phases guarded cables). We ended up buying some spare cabling off one of our neighbours, and after a lunch hour trip to Machine Mart, we had all the correct plugs. James was able to attach the boat-side connection and the plug for our end of the cable before it got too dark and we both got too frustrated to go any further.

While he was fiddling with pliers and wire cutters, I investigated the canoe situation – we’ve got 17 canoes (having lost one in Volendam when we gained some “Boot?” garffiti), 15 paddles, and 6 rubber skirts. Six canoes are already spoken for, so that leaves 11 canoes, 9 paddles, and 3 skirts left to the first people who come and get them this evening. We seem to be known as the “canoe peopple” on the mooring, but we quite like that as we’re getting to meet absolutely everyone as they come arond inquiring about our prominant deck ornaments!

Comment - posted 29 March 2007, 13:38 in