L - 27
That's 27 days to 'launch' or, strictly speaking, leaving, day. The engine is in; most of the plumbing is completed, but there's still some electrical work to be done and, more significantly, almost the entire fuel system still to install, from putting up the day tank down. We spend our days in Beckettian suspense, waiting for Compo (also known as Quinn the Eskimo, because when he gets here, everybody runs to him).
This morning I varnished the engine room floor. First I had to get many drips and dollops of paint off it - and it's made if very finely ridged hardwood boards. Quite enough work for one morning, I think. Then we came home, to find Canal Boat waiting for us (the magic of subscriptions! But we won't be upgrading to direct debit just yet, thanks, as we already have enough stainless steel vacuum flasks). The boat reviews in all the mags are generally the subject of some shreiking in our household because, usually, the boats they want to review and presumably readers want to read about are not to sort of boats we like, but this month they have surpassed themselves. Sorry and all that to the people who commissioned it, but this was one of the most horrible boats* (and pound for pound the outright winner) I have ever seen. A few exerpts will tell you all you need to know about the boat and/or my taste:
'josher bows with sizable "rivets" ... cruiser deck with chequer-plate flooring and slim stainless steel guard rails'
'self-seeking satellite dish'
'induction hob ... double oven ... microwave ... dishwasher' ... 'built-in freezer ... washer/drier stack'
and, best of all,
'the intricate handles of the wardrobe doors are gold-plated ...'
There is a photo, on pp. 42-43 ... oh, and it's for sale, by the way.
But to restore my sanity, here is a photo of a nice boat** which I took on Sunday.
*This is entirely the opinion of the author and is not intended to be represented as objective fact. So there.
** This is fact.