That is what I did for most of the day. Repaired some of the damage to the mast. Because tomorrow she is going to be re-erected. This was the perfect spot to do it, in the slip that I am in.
I did get some more suggestions on how to deal with my stuffing box problem. Bart Boosman, the OSTAR racer I ran into on the Atlantic in 2009, has some great tricks on how to do it in the water. Champagne Corks…. I think that would be a very good excuse for a party.
But they are going to have to pry me away from Rouse. This is one of the most pleasant stops. I am sitting here in a park restaurant bar. The place is full with people having a drink and snacks in the evening cool under the chestnut trees.
The Holstein kiddie has a brother and a third same age from another litter, with some tortoise shell features, have been driving me nuts. Is this what happens when I become old and the women have discarded me the young dogs in Zimnicea and the cats in Rousse start harassing me???