Monday, 27 June 2011
Essex Life magazine has featured one of our blogs in its pages of this month's issue (July 2011).
...The interior of the boat has had a paint-job and it's now bright and shiney...the shag-pile has been laid...the hi-fi rocks...and the leccie lights are up and running.
...And not only that - 'Erindoors went and made a complete set of curtains, so it's just a matter of time until we can check out the on-board overnight facilities - I can't wait for that!
...And top geezer Mike has been servicing my old Johnson (4 hp outboard) whilst we've been on our hols. He informs me that it's now working just fine. We may even fix it on this weekend and see what 'appens when we start it up.
...And of course there's the Wivenhoe 'Front-Of-House' competition coming up in search of the best horticultural display. We thought it rude of us not to take part in the spirit of things, so I asked the organisers if we could enter the boat and they said "why not". It's out with the winter-pansies, and in with the summer geraniums, a good old brush of the astro-turf and we're ready for the judging this coming weekend.
It certainly is all happening down at Wivenhoe quay on the Boat For My Potplants.
Posted by Neil Watson at 19:05
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Mike, from the Nottage in Wivenhoe, has kindly offered to service and get going the outboard motor that came with the Boat For My Potplants.
It's a Johnson, which I've been told is a goodun. It's only a 4hp, but it's a start. It was free, as was the boat itself, and it needs to be checked out with the fuel tank, which I found on board.
This is going to be done tomorrow at 9.30am. As you can imagine, I'm jolly excited.
If it all works, top geezer Mike will be getting more than a standard-size tipple from me. I've heard he's partial to a rum or two - or maybe three.
Posted by Neil Watson at 20:48
Friday, 10 June 2011
It's a garden. And a terrace.
It's a study.
It's going to be The World's Smallest Pirate Radio Station.
It's been a dining room.
It's always a bar.
It was a golf-course recently, but that's another story.
And last week it became a dog-house.
Our friends Lynn and Wayne came aboard one fine evening to join us for drinks and bask in the glorious sunshine. I had been working like the clappers all day on the boat's interior, and it was now looking clean, fresh and tidy.
Despite there being still much to do in the kitchen and toilet departments, in essence the boat is now comfortable and good enough to sleep in. And that's what their dog, Harvey, wanted to do.
He pleaded with his owners to let him experience life on the ocean waves (or at least the muddy banks of the Colne). Or was it Wayne pleading with Lynn? Who knows? Wayne popped home to get the dog-basket, just in case the answer was yes.
It was yes. So, some makeshift curtains were hung, and they all settled down for the night. It all seemed like a good idea at the time.
After a few hours, Harvey woke up his owners and asked if he could go home now. Or was it Lynn? Who knows? At three in the morning Wayne didn't really care.
All he knew was that he'd be in the dog-house if he didn't obey.
Posted by Neil Watson at 04:26
Saturday, 4 June 2011
For these first couple of hours even I can be impressed with my own productivity.
In Wivenhoe, we are lucky enough to have our very own barbers, run by the amiable Alfie. As well as being at the cutting edge of his profession, he's also damn fine behind a lens and doesn't miss a trick.
I become thirsty and decide to pop round the corner to get a Coke, and as I go past Alfie's I tell him how much painting I've got to do on the boat today, and I rush back, eager to get on.
But then as the morning develops, so do the number of people around the quay. It would be rude of me not to pause from the task in hand and natter to a few.
It's only a matter of time before there are rumblings in my tummy, and I may as well stop for a while, have some lunch on the rear deck and soak up some rays. I invite Pete, one of my nautical neighbours, over to join me. We sit and eat and chat, and chat some more, as the tide gently comes in.
After an hour or so I get up. 'Right, Pete. I've got to get on now. I've got a lot of painting to do'
Pete returns to the jobs on his boat and I pick up my paint-brush one more time.
Then my phone goes. It's 'Erindoors. 'I'm coming over to join you while you're working'. 'No, no, no'. I protest. 'I've got to get on with this painting.'
I obviously didn't protest strongly enough, and she arrives a few minutes later, and asks me if I'd like a Guinness.
'I'll just have the one then. But only one. I've got to get on with this painting'
And then Alfie the Barber walks by and catches me 'at work'. I finally give in in to the powers of the black stuff and put away my brushes.
There's always mañana. That's what it's all about here. Cheers, Alfie.
Posted by Neil Watson at 05:36