I really don’t know what I was thinking. When we came back, of course Mother Nature had found a way to get behind the fenders and to rub a barnacle-encrusted piling against the side of the boat, long enough to rub off a nice big patch of paint.
Argh!
“I feel like we’ve dropped our baby on it’s head!” I wailed.
“No,” said the more practical Helena. “It just has a skinned knee.”
That thought helped put the disaster into perspective for me. With a slightly calmer air, I decided to sit down and build some fender boards.
I think of them as knee pads for our baby...
Brand new fender boards |
Next Up: Petronella Sails North!
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