I’d waited months to secure a couple of days, where I was both free to go to the boat and when it’d be possible to paint outdoors. As I stood on the stern deck this morning, mug of coffee in hand, and with the pouring rain sizzling on the surface of the canal, it seemed I’d been let down at the last minute by the weather.
Happily Gregg came to my rescue and offered to move his motor Arbor so that I could use the covered dock inside his transfer shed for a couple of days. What a star!
Within an hour Arbor was moved and Eileen was secured in place.
It’d be another hour before the morning rain had dried sufficiently for me to begin work, but begin I could…