Mastications

A day over with the chaps at the boatyard. A veritable mast factory. And we got seven boats' masts up, starting with Misty Blue of course. As for my own mast, at least it’s now off the rack, waiting in line. I don’t know why we don’t lift 'em in and out with their masts up, as they do up at Limekilns or down at Fisherrow. One of the guys, when still a newbie, asked this of the Harbourgruppenfuhrer many years back and was rewarded by being shouted at for his stupidity. Having gone round sounding out a few malcontents, I’ve decided the time has come to look into it properly. A feasibility report is required. Indeed.
Later, off to Everyman to see In the Court of the Crimson King: King Crimson at 50. Whoah. What a great entertaining watch that is. All the guys worshipping at the cult that is Fripp. Proper and serious and crazed.