Really Blowing a Hooley

Deck before

 Winter officially arrived yesterday.  Temperatures plummeted and everyone who is anyone took shelter from the bitter North wind.  All it seemed, except me!  In true hardcore sailor style, I still rowed out to the boat to finish chipping away the cracked deck and finally get the laborious job over with.  With a record amount of layers on, thermal scarf and an Arctic thermal hat in my best effort to keep my body temperature constant, I could still feel the gusting wind after nearly four hours, seep into my bones.

Deck, a freezing three something hours, later

Not often do I look forward to leaving the boat, but on this occasion, I relished the return trip in the dinghy, rowing crab like, to compensate for the gusting wind that blew adjacent across the estuary.  After thawing out in my pre sun heated car, I then snuck in to see a friend and warmed further with a steaming hot cuppa, quietly satisfied that the deck preparation was ready for filling.  No more would I have to duck the slivers of gelcoat, as hard and sharp as glass, fly up unexpected, usually hitting the face, after the repetitive chipping with chisel and hammer.  All expletives got thankfully blown south, away from auditory possibilities.