The great mooring hunt continues…


The curse of the busy

I hate complaining I am too busy – it’s all fun stuff and never boring and I love doing all the bits I do – but it does mean that there is almost no time for blog writing. All the progress in the last three months on the boat remains undocumented which, given I have been tapping away on the keyboard for some five years, does seem a bit of a shame. So, in the interests of keeping some sort of record up, I’m going to avoid volumes of type and go for the picture and video approach. You’ll get the drift….

We left Betty with a newly installed log burner. Since then, all the interior cladding has been finished and painted, lights have been installed and the whole boat wired. There is a bathroom with bath, toilet and plumbing. The kitchen is finished and painted and there is running water. Doors are on the cabin and the bolt holes in the striker rail have been plugged. A lot of hard work that I have to credit Tom and Ian for. It looks blimmin amazing. Better than I had ever hoped in fact.

There is still a fair bit to do – a sink in the bathroom, worktops and a boiler – but considering how far we have come, it’s mere frosting.

Anyway… photos…

bye bye Rye

One of the best parts of this project has been hanging out in and getting to know Rye. It might be a hell of a drive and feel like you are practically in France, but it is a really pretty town with plenty going on and plenty of people more than willing to help out on Betty. We have literally searched high and low for a mooring so that once she is back afloat, we can keep her there. Alas it is not to be. There are relatively few large moorings in Rye, due mostly to the fact it is relatively small and the rivers are tidal with steep banks. They are too narrow and the bed slopes away too steeply to moor her stern on, like most of the smaller boats round here, and there aren’t spaces to put her side on. We have been hunting since the start of the year and pleading with anyone with any access to a bit of river bank. Alas, it isn’t to be. There simply isn’t anywhere. End of.

So, on to plan B and a new era for Betty in SUFFOLK. More on this later

Stuck in a hole

Having inherited a very corroded rated old boat, I need to do everything possible to ensure it stays as rust free as possible. This involves sorting out the chain locker so the anchor chain no longer sits directly on the hull but instead is supported by a wooden platform. Only problem is constructing the wooden platform in a space the size of a telephone box that you have to lower yourself into through a hole you can’t get your shoulders through…

Tom is loving this job!