June came along rather quickly and the bottom of Varekai hasn't been wet since October last year.
How time flies when you own a boat, when you can't afford to wave the magic wand of wonga and get it all done by someone else.
I took a week off, my birthday as it happens was during the holiday, so time to sit back and enjoy the world go by.
time to get busy. First, strip the keel back of layers and layers of old antifoul.
then get the antifoul on, touch in a few marks on the rudder, borrow a polishing machine to cut back years of not being polished and then finish, two coats of waxing by hand. I am the karate kid. Wax on, Wax off. There are no bingo wings here.
Launch day, Friday. but no.
The wind was blowing, hard. The guys in the marina asked if I could wait a few days.
Two more days booked off work, and the crane finally came to hover over Varekai for lift off.
such was the shock of the boat being ready to go back into the water, a bird literally fell out of the sky and landed in the cockpit, thus:
and then, ever the professional photographer, my battery died in my camera just the moment before it went in the water.
total bloody amateur.
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