Distant Graze

Ahoy,
so it was early to rise, a bowl of porridge with strawberry jam and a cup of coffee. Its spitting a little but that was not going to stop me getting the dingy on deck and tracking down the source of the absconding air. After a bit of a struggle, the dingy was on board and I found the puncture with relative ease, as I have a repair kit and duct tape, fingers crossed all should be well. As for the outboard, it may brighten up, leaving me all afternoon to graze my knuckles, get covered in oil and cuss to my hearts content. My objective is to go ashore tomorrow under my own steam and have a petit noir and a pan au chocollate. (you never know)I'm not fairing well with my uptake of the French language, as soon as I discovered beard, sword and testicles are feminine, so to speak, I felt as though it was a language with in-built security features designed to repel English familiarisation. Despite my "Roast Beef" mentality to this very pretty language, I will persevere, maybe by the time I get to Spain I will be able to say a single French sentence fluently, then the program resets and I am back so square one, murdering the Spanish language instead.So I'm going to crack on with the dingy and outboard.Ok (that's not what I said), so the first patch didn't take, my fault entirely, I think I should have waited a little longer before I decided to inflate it fully.Now its raining, so a quick cuppa, some more radio a few words for the blog and a little more patience with the next patch.
I am getting used to bobbing around on this bubble, how strange that Radio 4 really does make up some how for the lack of human interaction,or rather in just over 56hrs of sitting with the Ol' Girl occasionally the feeling of being partially stranded has come upon me and Ol' 4 has consoled me.When I hitch off from the bubble, that's when I leave, I'm not prepared to go through the rigmarole of mooring to one of these bubbles solo without one of those clever duck poles. I have decided as soon as the dingy and outboard are fixed I will stretch the overdraft a little more and toddle off to the Chandlers. Whether the phrase "tub de Cannard" will help in any way remains to be seen, I can already envisage waddling round the Chandlers making quacking noises, repeating the the phrase and making clawing motions with my right hand, perhaps I will just draw a picture.As you may have gathered I have not seen much of Camaret, this means I have not found a free WiFi connection, in turn updates are a little tricky. There is a company offering connection to the boats here at a quite unscrupulous £4 an hour, due no doubt to those damn Yachties; someone should found the RBA, the Reasonable Boatie Assosician.
That's the second patch on, I reckon if it holds overnight its probably ok. If it doesn't, I'll either have to invest in a dingy repair kit or try and get it fixed on the cheap (fingers crossed once again). The Johnson has had the plug's cleaned for a second time, fuel tank emptied ready for fresh petrol and oil, the fuel filter looks clean enough and it's got a spark. No manual yet, so if these remedial measures don't work I'm rowing to the Chandlers, maybe the mechanic's too. That should work the patisseries off. I suppose today I come across as a little resentful towards the rich, this is not my true feeling, in fact quite the opposite, living with the Ol' Girlthough has shown me just how inflated (ha,ha) the prices are, due in the most part to Yachties, Yachties have other people fix things and seem to pay over the odds and don't mind, Boaties do it themselves and seem to be confused with the former all the time. I think I will grow a wiry beard and have an outfit I never wash, and wear it to Chandlers to see if that makes any difference when I try and score stuff for the boat. Time for a coffee, music and to muse over what treats are in store tomorrow. The sun came out and I couldn't resist a quick tinker with my Johnson, to my surprise it started, I only let it run for a second, literally, its wasn't in the water. The Dingy is as inflated as when I left it, so I'm going to to try them out. I sure the sun coming out had something to do with it, Tony a friend of mine in London reckons the sun IS magic, I think he may be right.