With another dry spell coming to an end Loki and I took a turn round by Toberonochy moorings for a look-see. Nothing new apart from a stack of lobster or perhaps langoistine kreels judging by their lighter weight than usual.
We have seen the old wooden hull on the far shore so often but it was only when we walked round the black gravel beach that we realised the hulk had a name.
Crystal Waters —
Running not very deep on this occasion —
Well – you have been warned —
The for’ard winches haven’t seen oil or grease for many years —
and to venture below decks isn’t for the faint-hearted
and this is as close as I’m gonna get unless I’m going ‘down the hatch’ —
Clear Waters right enough – but hardly enough to float her.
It’s not for the first time I’ve said in these posts – ‘if only boats could talk’ for I’m sure they would have many an interesting tale to tell. I believe this one earned it’s corn on the North Sea before being stripped of her gear and towed round the north of Scotland where she has been put into retirement.
Or – like Loki is she just patiently waiting? I for one have a kernel of an idea involving the old hull that I would love to see turned into a mighty oak and be of use to us all. Such a shame that I have been telling myself for the past twelve or thirteen years that I am retired now —
What do you think Loki?
OK Loki – that look say’s it all – I promise I will stay retired.