Monday, 17 May 2010

All by myself

Well I’m still out on the cut on me lonesome, we couldn’t get back to base last night because of the weather. So we stayed here which meant Dave had to “walk the walk” down the towpath first thing this morning to get back to the car. Then go sort some un-foreseen family commitments. At least the weather’s better I suppose.
I practiced starting the engine last night to top the batteries up sometime. We worked out between us that it’s been a long time since I last had to do this. Hence perhaps my wrist action might’ve gained some rust action where the key’s concerned.
Then I realised writing it all down is the REAL key so my brain cell can comprehend, it’s all about maths really. So these are my detailed notes in case you ever need a key to start your brain cell; as opposed to a key to start your engine.
  • Turn key past icon 1 to icon 2 and hold.
  • Leave the eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound going for 5 seconds.
  • Turn key all the way, count 1-2-3 and let go, engine starts at some point during that time.
  • Press black button on lever and push it forwards till readout says 10 on the rev counter thingy, and 14 on the volt meter thingy.
Then relax while you listen to the musical vibes. It’s not so bad at all if you’re inside the boat, and even at the front it can’t even be heard. But at this time of year we spend most of our time out back in the luxury conservatory. Which could be a bit unfortunate because the engine’s buried somewhere down in the depths beneath us, however, it’s sound-proofed so ah…
I don’t have to tell you how to stop it do I? Oh go on then.
  • Put lever back to neutral.
  • Press the word STOP till engine dies.
  • Turn key upwards and remove.
  • Oh, and don’t forget to lock it all up.
So basically the key to personal success and therapeutic fulfilment in life is all about writing stuff down…
On a different note here’s a little photo update to set the scene out and about around the boat:
This fence thing collapsed overnight on Saturday, see what happens when we arrive somewhere? Chaos ensues, glad none of it blew over this way...
Health and Safety issues for the little dyke next to us…
Thar’s a boat in thar somewhere…
Good job it’s only reeds…
This is as close as Dave could get for departures and arrivals. Don’t be fooled, that clump of reeds could swallow you whole…
Doesn’t look as hairy from here – it’s deceptive…
Well I haven’t heard from Dave yet so it looks like it’s going to be a long day for him. Meantime does anyone want to pop round for a cup o’ tea and a bacon sandwich…?

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