Remember the boat that I bought at scrap value from eBay recently? Here it is again-
Today I decided to attempt a first cleaning. One of my neighbours generously helped create a little space around the boat (which is parked under some trees) with a hedge-trimmer and chainsaw. Next I swept out the cockpit-
…and opened the companionway hatch to the cabin and found-
Aaargh. Fearing that I would contract some hideous face-eating fungus, I tried holding my breath while clearing out the cabin. (That big dark hatch thingy, above the centre-plate, in the middle of the photograph is a posh looking, fully functional toilet! None of that “porta-potty” crap here. Pardon the pun).
Turned out that there was also quite a bit of equipment in the cabin. I washed the fitted cushions (a bit split, perhaps salvageable) and let them dry in the sun before sticking everything in the garage-
Found what looks to be a complete set of rigging, sails and some other equipment (though no anchor or outboard yet). The only thing seriously buggered is the mast-step which was destroyed in that UK hurricane in the 1980s. That same hurricane also cracked the bottom of the mast. I’m guessing I’ll have to find some mast-step similar in shape and then cut the broken end of the mast to fit.
Some other bits need replacing, like the companionway hatches (and possibly the frame/slider thing for it too)-
…which is completely rotted, though that looks an easy enough job. But the port-side rubbing strip, looks difficult. For a start it looks like a single piece of well-seasoned Burma-teak. It would be a pity to replace the whole thing because a two foot section was rotten-
Also the cockpit drains are blocked-
I tried brushing and washing the crud out, poking around them with a stick, picking at them with my fingers, staring angrily at them, but to no avail. Still, I also have to deal with a partially flooded cabin and aft-lockers.
What else? I did have a go at cleaning the exterior-
But I actually just made the boat dirter!
(P.S. That’s our lovely car- a 2.4 litre auto PT Cruiser (Pacific Coast Highway Edition) in the fore-ground. Yes, it’s no beamer or Jag, but it was cheap! Reminds me of my recent life in Vancouver and also an ill-fated US road-trip years ago).
Next week the hose-pipe ban is lifted here and I should be able to borrow my neighbour’s power-washer (he’s a keen motor-caravaner).
That was it for the day, I just hung some old rope and a chair on the hitch to prevent any near-sighted idiots (like myself) from running into the damn thing-
Any suggestions for names? I thought perhaps calling it the Eon Hawk (instead of Millennial Falcon), given my Star Wars obsession, but perhaps that’s a little on-the-nose. Please don’t suggest the Titanic.
You can read part one of this saga here. Stay tuned for updates.