Well today nothing really works out as planned. I get up to the barn determined to tackle refitting the bus windows with their rubber seals and make a start but nothing goes right. The task seems impossible and although I’ve done this job before I can’t remember how I did it or what tricks I used. My hands and arms ache and feel weak, tools slip, there’s a danger I’ll injure myself or the bodywork or break a valuable piece of glass.
This is no good. So I stop and take stock. There’s no way I’m going to get all 14 panes of glass back in without mishap. It’s a head in hands moment. Chemohead. But the solution is simple and just waiting for my call. I ring Ian of Southwest Autoglass and book him in for next week. Just spend the money.
I’m not in good condition today. The chemo ache is strong and I feel pretty sick. But doing something is better than not, so I potter about in the barn tidying up and enjoying the warm air and bright sun outside. What weather! I clean up the bus interior and fix a couple of little niggling easy wins. I tidy the workbench and sort out the accumulated heap of nuts and bolts – nice mindless work!
Richard B calls to say he and Lisa are about to sail…do I fancy it? Well yes of course I do. So I head back to Pz. What a beautiful afternoon, and a good breeze coming up. I dig out one of the second-hand reduced-size jibs and trundle my gear down to the harbour. I put a reef in the mainsail before departure, and decide to use the outboard to get beyond the harbour mouth rather than oars as there’s quite a wind and a chop 0ut there, and I don’t feel alert enough to sail off a buoy in the harbour today.
It’s a good decision. There are quite a few visiting yachts moored outside so I have to choose a spot where I can cut the motor and raise the sails while drifting downwind and avoid any anchored craft. It all goes well but then the boom jams and I can’t raise the mainsail properly. We’re moving downwind quite fast and are clear of other boats but I’m not happy and try twice to rectify the problem – the gooseneck is jammed but even if it freed up I’m not sure the mainsail will shape up nicely. Did I rig that reef right? This is all old worn-out gear and there are times when the interesting challenge of making do just won’t do.
Well, decision time. I drop the sails and fire up the outboard and limp back into the harbour where I pick up a empty buoy on the front rank and take stock. I reset the reef – that’s better but I’m out of practice. Then I have to move to another buoy as Duncan and his large catermeran has returned and I’m on his berth. All smiles, no rush.
After trial hoisting the mainsail I cast off again and head back out. This time all is fine and I sail clear of the anchored yachts, heave to and remove and stow the outboard, then head across the bay towards Cudden Point where R and L might be sailing. We pass each other – yo ho!
It’s beautiful out here and certainly force 4 maybe even gusting 5. Spray flying and I get a thorough salt soaking and that feels good. The sails are pretty well balanced and Marin-Marie feels lively and happy in the water, and so do I.
Well, back home eventually and hungry and very very tired. But happy. I cook up the mackerel Si gave me yesterday with some broad beans from the garden. Smells delicious but I can’t really taste it, dammit. Then conk out and sleep.