The Fence

A great day of activity, helping guys unstep masts and finally getting mine off too. The wee boat is now back bobbing mastless out on its mooring ready for lift out into - tarraaa!! - the newly fenced in yard. A thing of great beauty. Well, it will be once we get ivy growing over it all. Or green algae stuff.
Then it was up to see the maw and a drop in to partake in that great institution, the teatime pint. And L was there again. Toots was right; he must really love me.
Home for a fine steak and TV catchup. Sir Tom Jones and Sir Lenny Henry on Jools. Strewth. It's like living in a corrupt autocracy, innit. That reminds me, downloaded a bit of holiday reading. About Putin's Roosha. Wonder if Rooney's book would be a better choice?