I think it’s fair to say that this has been the longest break between posts that I’ve done since I started this blog back in 2008. Life has just been hectic this year. Indeed, I don’t really know where all the time has gone. I feel a little confused that we’re nearly at the end of summer already.
Also, I haven’t taken a single day off work this year. Of course, I have had the odd day off over a weekend, but not one day in the working week since we started building our company, Croud, back in February. This is beginning to take its toll. Not in any drastic way, but nevertheless, I feel like I need an escape.
I tried a mini motorbike adventure a few weekends ago, but it went terribly wrong. Having ridden to the lake district on a Saturday afternoon, I couldn’t find room in any of the peaceful campsites, so ended up on a busy “family” site in Consiton. I’ve stayed there out of season and it’s lovely, so I shan’t put them in bad light by mentioning their name here. I do usually wild camp, since I have a distaste of camp sites, but trying to get a motorbike to a suitable place is somewhat difficult.
So anyway, there I was, having had a good meal and two pints of my favourite ale, Consiton Bluebird, ready to go to bed at about 2130. By 2200 I was definitely asleep. Perfect! Just what I needed; an escape, some peace, not thinking about work (much).
Then the terribly wrong bit happened. Two Geordie couples returned from the pub at ten to midnight. I shall adapt any quotes for the benefit of easily offended readers.
“poor us a drink love”
“get your own ducking drink you runt”
“who are you calling a runt, you ducking runt”
…and so on.
That was couple #1. Couple #2 were having different issues, however, since soap operas aren’t my gig, we’ll just settle for a fact; it took them until 0230 to shut up sufficiently for me to attempt to sleep again. At that point, Yorkshire lass enters the scene, and thus ensues another party in another group of tents. That was the final straw.
I’d struck camp by 0245, and was on the road again. It was a (to me) new bike, and as soon as I set off I realised that this was the first time I’d ridden it at night. I could tell, since if I’d have ridden it at night before, I’d have fixed the headlight which was doing a stirling job of illuminating the front wheel! Couldn’t turn back though, too proud, must continue in to the darkness. I could sort of see if I squinted anyway.
I navigated the B roads out of Consiton, through Ambleside, and on to Windermere. I spent the rest of the night sleeping rough, without my tent, next to the bike in a carpark by the lake.
Not quite the relaxing weekend I needed.
Enter Kudu (finally)
So, with a bank holiday coming up, I’m determined to get my peaceful weekend. I bloody well need it. Kudu isn’t really quite ready, but she’s ready enough, so I’ve booked her lift in to the water. I’ll go to work on Thursday, and when I come home she’ll be floating, and I can go for an overnight trip up the river. I cannot wait.
However, as you may have learned from this blog over the years, things rarely go as I plan.
When I last made an attempt to put Kudu in the water, she started to leak. This was a great surprise as she had never leaked before. It wasn’t drastic, but it was from the bottom, and trickles never get better, so I had her lifted out again. I identified the problem area, but never got around to fixing it… until this evening.
A bit of sanding back antifoul and some prodding with a pointy metal bit, extracted this from the offending area:

This is a plug of, I think, polyester resin. It filled a drilled hole. It has no taper, and was in no way chemically bonded to the hull, since if it was, there’s no way I could have extracted it intact. How on earth this didn’t let go while I was slamming my way up the North Sea, I’ll never know.
Here’s the hole, just on the inside of the starboard keel. I have not drilled this, I simply picked at it quite gently with a watchmakers screwdriver.

Fortunately, I’m quite the expert at sorting out holes in plastic boats, so it’s no major concern. The problem is, I’m not sure I have time to do it before Thursday.
Watch this space. I hope I get a weekend away. I can’t wait to write about it if I do.