Haul Out

I have previously mentioned here that we are selling our boat. Having owned various boats over the years we are now hanging up our oilskins to go roaming in our motorhome instead. In March I wrote about our final trip when we sailed round from our long-term home port to the marina where our yacht broker is situated. (You can refresh yourselves about it here.) At the time they were not able to haul the boat out of the water and onto the hard-standing so we knew we would have to go down again before too long to finish up cleaning and clearing out the boat.

‘Red Dawn IV’ has at last been taken out of the water and we are going down tomorrow for several days to sort it all out, although we may still need to go down from time to time  to check it over and keep it spotless.

While we are away I may or may not have a great deal of access to the Internet. There is WiFi at the marina but it can be unreliable so if I do not post anything over the next week don’t be surprised. If I can I will, but no promises. Normal service should resume next week!

In the meantime, if you are interested to find out all about our boat we have set up a little website to assist with the selling where there are plenty of photos. Check out https://reddawniv.wordpress.com.

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Down At The Boat

An Elfje sequence:

Morning.
The marina
comes to life.
Calm waters belie increased
activity.

Martins
twittering, flittering
around the boats,
among the rigging, playing
catch.

Hardly
a breath
of wind, barely
a ripple disturbs the
water.

Decks
wet with
overnight dew. Drying
sun beams down, set
fair.

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This Elfje Sequence has also been posted today on ‘Simply Elfje’ here.

Almost Human

The seal swimming in the marina
bobs up his head to gaze around,
looking almost human.

Torn Sail

In the marina, deceptively
warm and sunny, but in the estuary
the wind cold and blustery.
A sudden squall
heels us over alarmingly;
we limp home with a torn sail!

East Wind

The east wind blows cold.
Above the grey clouds billow,
below the rippling tide rolls in,
the boats rock in their marina berths,
no sea birds call;
all have fled inshore.

No Boat!

Arriving at the marina
in the depths of a cold and frosty night —
no boat! An empty birth!

Carrying our bags we embarked on a search,
fortunately found it not far away,
moved for dredging, we’d forgotten to check.
Climbing on board on an icy deck
in unsuitable shoes I don’t recommend,
slipping and sliding, but before long
safely aboard cosy and warm.

Dancing

Two Moody 346 yachts,
side by side on the marina hard,
one called Sundance,
one called Raindance.

Pressure Washer

It may feel like a pressure washer
but after a long day sailing
through wind and showery rain
a long hot shower at the marina
is absolute bliss.

Still Waters

Blue velvet dome above,
the gentlest breeze and still waters.
Moored here in the marina
there is no sense of being afloat.

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