Well, I’ll be pickled in a Vin barrel and hung out to dry! After FOUR months of negotiations we’ve finally moved onto the boat.
You don’t think you’ll miss your own home, until of course you don’t have one. We haven’t had our own home for 13 months now.
Mind you, the drive shaft is still out, we are liable to sink at anytime . . .
We go back into the dry-dock next week for the new prop and despite arguing with everyone this last fortnight, things have settled down, apologies made and all ‘should’ be well.
There’s ‘the’ way to handle boats and boat repairs and there’s the French way. We’re learning!
Here’s some ‘inside’ pictures. The ‘colourful’ scheme is not to my taste, so they’ll be quite a bit of ‘updating.’ And a major de-cluttering exercise has already started.