Tuesday 11 Dec. ~ Life on the Hard
Serious cruisers will know the shaky start of day descending a steep ladder to race
for the loos that is normal for life on the hard
Surround by a forest of masts, Banyandah
stands forlorn like a worn object of art precariously balanced on her long keel
, her mass kept from toppling by what appear two flimsy vertical arms, one of which doubling as the means of entry into our abode. She feels dead, or dying with occasional tremors and shakes so unlike her lively antics when afloat and this has us tiptoeing about praying she recovers.
Jude climbing up into her house
Instead of commanding her to even greater adventures, Jack and Jude consult her list of aliments to plan a recovery. It is a long list as she only getís looked at every two years. There are spots of cancer needing cutting out, nothing serious, but a stitched in timeÖ. Her sacrificial bits have been eaten down to gnarly bones. They must be renewed. There are nuisance leaks
around some of her portals that need plugging. And to extend its life, her anchor rode
should be turned about, her bobstay too. Thatís work enough for a veteran couple, but alas, thatís just the start. Our ladyís protective skin needs rejuvenating, top to bottom. The five years of bashing around Australiaís hostile climate has left her beautiful blue coat threadbare and worn patches show hints of her white undercoat. Her skin facing the myriad of undersea creatures seeking a home needs copious amount of poison to ward them away. We normally double these coatings to give us two years of fast cruising. You can do that with ferro
But itís not all hard work. Oddly we canít stop feeling like weíre on vacation! Thereís so much beautiful scenery and plenty of others working, which is always great to watch. We got serious yesterday about having some fun and lowered the Green Machine off the deck
to the ground two stories below, and then ferried it in two loads to a dock
with a hand operated dinghy
crane. What a perfect setup for launching our hefty kayak
. It didnít have the character of the one we used at Moth Creek in Melaleuca that Deny King
This one is utilitarian, easy and safe, and in no time this morning, we launched and set off for a paddle. Navigating out the marina could have proved challenging except the Green Machine can go under low walkway bridges and quickly we were out into a bay more surrounded by green forests than the few collections of cottages. Away across the furthest distance, the dry hills of Bruny Island blocked the easterly fetch. The air was fresh, sky blue, our vision sharp, and energy from the heavens soon rejuvenated our spirits.
Now, itís back to work or weíll never leave Kettering.