A sailing boat
looks odd propped up in the countryside amid gnarled olive trees and dry stone
walls. What looks even odder is a sailing boat in mid-air. It all looked very odd
indeed yesterday (Wednesday) morning - nerve-rackingly so
– as Dumpling was hoisted over
telephone wires, before being lowered on to a truck to be transported back
where she belongs – in the water.
“I could do with
another day,” said Nick Cole, as he worked feverishly on essential last minute
tasks before the huge crane and truck arrived.
He could have
done with another two days, another week, another month. Fastidious
improvements and fiddling can go on for ever, but time had run out.
Dumpling had been parked at Nick and Sally Cole’s
rural retreat for years. She had been painstakingly refitted stem to stern,
intensively so over the last six months. Now, with the red antifouling on her
hull gleaming in the early morning sunlight, and the fresh white and blue paint
on her masts and spars barely dry, it was time to go.
Suddenly, Dumpling’s weight was a worry.
Apparently the crane could only manage a maximum of nine tonnes. Would Dumpling make the weight limit? Would
she be able to leave at all? As the crane took the strain and started lifting,
the weight registered as six tonnes, seven tonnes, eight, nine…. ten!
Phew!
Sitting next to deep-sea trawlers and navy vessels, Dumpling looked small and vulnerable. And that’s when
things went unexpectedly wrong….
We’ll talk about
that later today.
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