The night was calm and winds are picking up this morning. I’m going to spend this Sunday aboard the boat. I’ve accrued lots of small maintenance and cleaning tasks that I should complete. I’ll have to give the hull another cleaning as well.
Morning
I put the generator together again when I realized that there wasn’t a hope of me getting it fired up and running without outside expert assistance. I did some work on the computer and made sure that I have backups of everything. Usually I only remember that I need to do that after something gets lost and deleted.
Noon
I went for a swim to cool down and to attack the flora using Zanshin as a fecund base for growth. The keel, prop, and rudder have a lush covering as I haven’t reached them, and the hull doesn’t look much better despite getting daily attention from the scraper.
Each time I’d dive and scrape away the sea feathers and scum / algae from the bottom I’d have to push away to avoid the cloud of detritus. Despite this, it was still nasty and I got a couple of small bites, perhaps from sea wasps. I’ve got enough air in the tank for one more dive, and I’m reserving that for the keel, rudder and prop. Sunday aboard Zanshin has now had at least one short interruption.
I checked on both my anchor (left) and Mark’s (right). I met a shy Trunkfish while swimming between the two locations. Both anchors are solidly buried in sand, although I would have preferred a location without any seagrass at all.
Afternoon
I did a bit of work on the mast boot fitting to see if I could get it back into place and prevent the big water ingress. This wasn’t easy but I thought of a plan using levers and spare line, but then rainclouds upwind signalled that it was time to stop. I got plastic bags and tape attached just before the first raindrops hit.
The rest of the afternoon and evening on this Sunday aboard was quiet. Well, relatively quiet. A boat arrived in the later afternoon and anchored close by. The anchorage is quite small so any boats need to be quite close together, and they did as good a job as possible. I’d forgotten how annoying slapping halyards can be – I can’t understand why none of the 7 people aboard didn’t feel annoyed and try to rectify the situation.
There’s a German term called Schadenfreude, which loosely translates to “the pleasure in other’s misfortunes”. This certainly applied to my neighbour later on. Despite being only about one boat length to the seaward side of me, the winds and waves picked up and they were tossing and rolling quite a bit while Zanshin was relatively stable. There’s a visible demarcation line much of the time between calm/protected and rough/unprotected waters. I’m currently on the good side of that line.