Well, that’s it, the first week over. Allatsea still here too. Hooray.
All went well. Because the project isn’t up and running as far as boats in the field are concerned we’re working ‘normal’ days, eg no night work and also just 5 days a week instead of the normal 7.
One little surprise though.
I thought, being just down the road, I wouldn’t be doing much travelling. Ooops, don’t assume; it makes an arse out of you and me, as they say. I was designated ‘duty boat surveyor’, and had a busy week on Britain’s road network, a 1050km of it. Trips to Clacton, Harwich, Great Yarmouth and Lowestoft (more precisely, Oulton Broad) and it rained every inch of the way just about. A quick summary wrt Clacton. It doesn’t live up to its reputation for being cheap cheerful and brash (we’ll leave that to Thanet), it was rather nice, certainly the area around the coastguard station and lifeboat house. The view from the beach there is dominated by the very close at hand Gunfleet Sands windfarm. It’s got 48 turbines. Seven of them weren’t working. Whoops.
On the home front all is well as far as can be told. The Big TOM cat is still in residence in what’s meant to be the chicken house so no chickens on site yet and the weather’s precluded any attempts to provide alternative mogaccom or to tidy up a very windswept and sorry looking garden. Please please please please, hurry up spring (plaintive wail should be inserted at this point)?
Is this a record? Mummy allatsea likes the show Les Miserables (groan) and pops up to Lundunn Tarn with her chums regularly to see it. Today is her 13th time. Crikey. I think she’s been to see ‘The Pearl Fishers’ a similar number of times and La Boheme at least half a dozen times. It may all be part of the grand plan to assimilate ‘middleclass ness’ or some other daft pretensions, or of course she could just like the shows.
Allatsea, being working clarss frew and frew, prefers the aural stimulation provided by the masters of complex chord structures, long forgotten modes and breath taking rhythm patterns of psychedelic proggers ‘Porcupine Tree’. Just a pity they only ever (so it seems) perform at far flung venues in the most abstract of places. It’s all part of their charm I suppose but very frustrating none the less.
On that discordant note, I’ll say ‘Night night’.