There is nothing half so much insane as simply messing about in boats.

I should’ve seen it coming. After all, when you go on a significant trip with an almost 70-year-old boat on its original, albeit rebuilt engine, you know you will have fun.

To be honest, I probably could have avoided the issues, but after two months of working on the boat I just wanted to get out and enjoy her for a change. She hadn’t given us too many problems so I thought I had things in hand. The fuel system problems I was sure I had beaten by replacing the tank and fuel lines and rebuilding the carb.

There were other potential trouble spots of course, but sometimes you just have to head out anyway and trust to providence and your own wits to get you there. Sometimes it works, some times it doesn’t. I’ve become pretty cocksure about my abilities to pull my chestnuts out of the fire when shit goes sideways, and it only just occurred to me that I might have gotten a little too complacent in that regard.

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Getting back on the water

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After a weekend away with my family –my kids and their partners – camping in my resurrected leviathan named Thunderbutt, I’ve come down with a nasty cold, spread to me by one of my offspring. Things haven’t changed much since they were toddlers.

Which is unfortunate, as it gives me too much time to brood. I’ve reached another crossroad and despite many hours of careful thought and consideration, despite endless teeth-gnashing and hand wringing, I still have no way which to go.

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Out with a bang (almost)

This is what used to be known as a pickle. These days we are more likely to call it a shitshow. I’m writing this moored in Selby Cove, Prevost Island, with dead batteries and unable to start the engine. It’s completely my fault that I’m in this mess, but assigning responsibility doesn’t change the situation.

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