Craning

A cycle up to Stockaree to get the boots patched for the winter, poor pensioner that I am. Then back to discuss garden planting options with Dug. Somewhere between Scots maritime, Danish and Mediterranean, but there are maybe just a bit too many ‘arid’ areas. How we rein him in without destroying his vision is the next challenge.
Then off over to the harbour for a bit of exercise and bonhomie with the boaties. Last mast for lifting was PT’s - something he’d never done before and which had to be done on the ropey old crane. Yours truly courageously got down on the boat and got that furler drum off. Up above, everyone was very calm… if a little tense.
Thirsty work! Yes, yes, it's a Wednesday after all. And I even got a lift all the way there.