Parallel universes

 

For a while now I have been intermittently reading "Dirty Wet Dog" the blog Steve over in Corwall who has been building a Welsford Pathfinder.  https://dirtywetdog.co.uk

He is a self confessed "Moany Old Bloke", building a Welsford boat, and he has recently acquired a recumbent trike.

Now, think about the ven diagrams of those three characteristics. "Moany Old Blokes" ... well, that's huge,  there's way too many of us out there. Building a Welsford boat, way way smaller ... riding a recumbent trike ... tiny. All three, well that must be vanishingly small. (Here's Oz waiting not so patiently outside the local shop guarding my trike last week, just to prove I really do still use mine!)

Steve has announced he is going to abandon his blog, and that it will vanish into the ether sometime this year, as he is going to put his energy into his YouTube vlog. Which made me think, as reading of his choices often does, about my own, and about this blog.   

The readership of this blog is vanishingly small to non existent... I sometimes wonder if the hits tally is just me rereading posts from time to time. But I rather like it as a sort of digital diary, with all the benefits that diarizing brings, and it does help to give me a sense of what has happened when. I think I will keep it ticking along. And I might restart my YouTube videos when the SCAMP is launched. Having a SCAMP will probably boost my numbers there no end.

Work on the SCAMP has ground to a halt again, thanks to the heat.The local weather station just recorded 37.2 degrees, and there is a searing Northerly blowing that is like being in front of a heat gun. I really don't do so well in the heat these days.

I got down for my swim early this morning, and the wind even then was enough that I was pretty much dry by the time I got home. I got another coat of epoxy on the centreboard, had a think about what I need to do before the centreboard installation crew arrive tomorrow, then had to scuttle inside into the air on and fan cooled sanctuary. Hopefully I can get the necessary jobs done when it cools down a bit. Meantime I can mull over where to put the bling on the boat. Centre? Starboard? Leave it off? 🤔 

Wading through treacle

 

I am chipping away at the long list of small jobs. It feels a bit like wading through treacle. 

The first round of painting more or less done. I can go back and polish up down the track, but I am happy with a work boat finish. I am drilling filling and drilling all holes exposed to the outside or to water. Takes about 4 times as long as just drill and add a dab of sikaflex or epoxy but it should help the boat outlast my future neglect.

Anne doesn't think much of my colour scheme, and she could be right, but it will have to do for now.

On the jobs list are tasks that are easy/enjoyable, and jobs that are more difficult/challenging. The temptation is to do all the easy jobs but the danger is I will wind up with a nasty pile of things left which could be demoralising. 

The centreboard is definitely one of the nasty jobs. I am a bit worried I have stuffed it up somehow - shape too much out, bearing off centre? - tho I won't know till I install it. Hopefully I can get some extra pairs of hands to get it installed - it is a heavy little number, made from laminated hardwood  with a chunk of lead set in the lower half. I would not want to drop it on my foot.

Here it is, with its little tail in case the boat turtles and the centreboard retracts. You use the bit of yellow rope to get the board out again, which gives enough leverage to get the boat back upright. I am also putting in a downhaul with a quick release cleat, on the belt and braces principle. Something about black and heavy makes me want to move on to a more pleasant job like the rowlocks. Rebate plate, drill and fill and drill, it has taken quite a few hours to get them on, but I have enjoyed that job. Looking forward to finding out how the SCAMP actually rows soon. The hole is to allow the escape of any water that might find its way into the rowlock socket.

I also sent off the registration form to Vic roads, so hopefully I can use an engine at Paynesville if I can get there. The trailer probably won't arrive in time so I will have to adapt Skerry's trailer for the duration. I think I know how that might work. The most critical bit of the puzzle still outstanding is the rudder pintle. Jim only had one of the beefier 4 bolt hole kind. He has ordered another, but it seems it has to come from Jupiter and the space shuttle has been delayed. Gavan has some that would fit though would need different spaced holes. I will hold off for another week. 

Main jobs outstanding apart from the above include: finish mast step and epoxy mast foot in, install uphaul/downhaul hardware, non slip paint in appropriate spots, finish tiller extension, drill fill drill and bolt/screw on all hardware, sikafex on hatches and portholes ... I am sure there is plenty more I just can't think of what they are at the moment.  About 17 more sleeps before we need to be on the road down to Paynesville, 17 more days work, but my productivity goes right down (along with my iq) when the days are hot, and we have a heat wave into mid next week. 

We had a family getaway long weekend down at Walkerville last weekend. Swimming a couple of times every day, hiking up and down the hill from house to beach and back, sitting on the deck with a vista of the Prom and the Glennie group across the water, big sky, lots of feasting, my favourite people ... it was time out of the build, but I have come back energised. 

Onwards though the treacle!

Sail bending

 

Chris and Gerard came round midweek to help me bend on the sails. It's very handy to have some extra pairs of hands for that job.  We wheeled the SCAMP out from under the carport, and of course being Melbourne it started to rain. Chris got to try out the cuddy as shelter. 

It seemed to work OK. 

Work has stopped for a few days as we're down at Walkerville South for our traditional family getaway to celebrate our daughter Jess's birthday. We've rented the same place for a few years now. It is not too fancy, has fantastic views, and a nice walk down to the beach. 

I dropped in on Jim after delivering poor Maggie to the cattery next door. He had not chased up trailer. It turns out 3 to 4 weeks delivery, then registration, and insuring ... I don't think that trailer will be in the time for the Paynesville gig on 1 March... 

Still a long list of jobs to finish as well. 🤔 We have booked accommodation so we are going, but I will really have to get cracking if the boat is going to come too.