Sunday morning

The good thing about drinking as much as I did last night is that I can't remember much about it. The bad thing is that I can't remember much about it, so I don't know who to apologise to (Linda loyally says no-one). It was good to see Michelle and Roy again, and, indeed, everyone else.

Meanwhile I'm starting work on the dinghy I bought last week. It's a ten foot lugsail GRP dinghy which used to be in Greenway's hire fleet on the Broads. I need to do a complete renovation, the first stage of which is to take it completely apart. I've begun to separate the hull from the deck (which is the bit that needs most work), revealing some minor nasties where the poor thing has been bashed frequently on the nose - presumably people just rowing or sailing it into hard objects - and also where the bow mooring eye has been pulled out so often that there are at least fourteen distinct holes in a very small patch of GRP where it's been repeatedly replaced. When I've had my photo-placing tutorial from Paul I'll post some pictures of the poor old thing. I'm looking forward to getting on with it, so it's time to finish here.