The first of the many has arrived and is snuggled up to the marina. It’s a catamaran. I put my well rehearsed and oft used question wrt cats over monohulls to the owner’s rep. He seemed dismayed that such a question could be asked. I asked it again and eventually, grudingly, he replied that they make stable platforms in a seaway.
Depending that all sorts of critical critieria are met (Hs, periods, etc etc) he’s right, they are, but so is a monohull and they can can carry more and are less prone to stress failures. Oh well and heyho, if they want to be lemmings, let it be. Sno (eh?) big deal when all said and done.
Mucker Kevin, fighting the big fight against the C devil is back in hospital. Fingers and all else crossed there then. Fight on on mucker, fight on.
Allatsea’s been left holding the baby so to speak. The VTS system installers are in the office and working late and yours truly is tasked with staying with them to lock up on completion, eeeeh, the dizziness of high power. It could be a long evening. Thank goodness providence saw fit to pack some cuppa soups into the old day pack, cuppa soups and several kitkats. Yum.
Until the morrow then.