Day 149
Pressure Drops, Epoxy Stalls
Dawn arrived heavy and still. The barometer read 979 hPa and falling. Kevin checked the transom epoxy, tacky in the humidity, while Jenny monitored heirloom seeds germinating in the kitchen. "Epoxy's holding. Barometer's at 979 and falling — looks like we're due for a shift," Kevin said. "I'll run the Yanmar under load in ten, but first I want to check the raw water tell-tale. If it's weak, we'll need to pull the impeller before we go." Jenny replied, "Do it quickly. If the pressure keeps dropping, we won't have ten minutes of calm left." Kevin ran the engine five minutes at the dock. "Steady flow. Holding temperature. One more minute at load, then we shut it down and secure the dinghy." Rain broke from the west, wind sudden from the east. Kevin tarped the transom. "Jenny, the rain's coming hard — I'm going to pull the tarp over the transom to keep the epoxy from washing out. You want to help me secure it?" Jenny came. "I'm coming. way hold the edge so the wind doesn't catch it." They lashed it to the cleats. By midday the barometer hit 978 hPa. Epoxy remained tacky at 35% repair, stalled. A tree fell across the path. A rat moved in the pantry. Evening brought boiling limpets and sea beet. "Put the corned beef fat in. Makes the broth worth drinking," Kevin said. "I'll add a bit from the tin," Jenny answered. Kevin found the feedline shot, needed new coax. "Eat first," he said. They ate as rain tapered to drizzle, tide receding for morning's work.
Dawn arrived heavy and still. The barometer read 979 hPa and falling. Kevin checked the transom epoxy, tacky in the humidity, while Jenny monitored heirloom seeds germinating in the kitchen. "Epoxy's holding. Barometer's at 979 and falling — looks like we're due for a shift," Kevin said. "I'll run the Yanmar under load in ten, but first I want to check the raw water tell-tale. If it's weak, we'll need to pull the impeller before we go." Jenny replied, "Do it quickly. If the pressure keeps dropping, we won't have ten minutes of calm left." Kevin ran the engine five minutes at the dock. "Steady flow. Holding temperature. One more minute at load, then we shut it down and secure the dinghy." Rain broke from the west, wind sudden from the east. Kevin tarped the transom. "Jenny, the rain's coming hard — I'm going to pull the tarp over the transom to keep the epoxy from washing out. You want to help me secure it?" Jenny came. "I'm coming. way hold the edge so the wind doesn't catch it." They lashed it to the cleats. By midday the barometer hit 978 hPa. Epoxy remained tacky at 35% repair, stalled. A tree fell across the path. A rat moved in the pantry. Evening brought boiling limpets and sea beet. "Put the corned beef fat in. Makes the broth worth drinking," Kevin said. "I'll add a bit from the tin," Jenny answered. Kevin found the feedline shot, needed new coax. "Eat first," he said. They ate as rain tapered to drizzle, tide receding for morning's work.
Scenes
the dock · dawnHumidity and Heavy Air
Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock as the heavy air settles over the water. Kevin checks the tension of the curing transom epoxy while Jenny monitors the falling barometer pressure.
The air is heavy and still as the pressure continues to drop. Kevin focuses on the transom repair, benefiting from the high heat to help the epoxy cure, while Jenny monitors the germinating heirloom seeds in the humid kitchen.
Epoxy's holding. Barometer's at 979 and falling—looks like we're due for a shift. I'll run the Yanmar under load in ten, but first I want to check the raw water tell-tale. If it's weak, we'll need to pull the impeller before we go.
walk to the Yanmar on the dinghy, open the raw water intake inspection port, and check the tell-tale flow.
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Do it quickly. If the pressure keeps dropping, we won't have ten minutes of calm left.
Walk back toward the cottage to check the seedling trays.
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Running it at the dock. Five minutes under load, watch the tell-tale, then button up.
start the Yanmar on the dinghy, bring it to idle, then gradually increase throttle to cruising RPM while watching the raw water tell-tale for steady flow.
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Jenny — enter the cottage and move the seedling trays away from the drafty window, placing them closer to the wood stove for dry heat.
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Steady flow. Holding temperature. One more minute at load, then we shut it down and secure the dinghy.
hold the Yanmar at cruising RPM for sixty seconds, watching the tell-tale and temperature gauge, then reduce to idle and shut off the engine.
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Done? Good. Come in and eat—I've got the limpets on.
Put a pot of water on the stove and drop in the fresh limpets.
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On my way. Just need to tie off the dinghy stern line and check the dock fenders—then I'm in.
walk to the end of the dock, secure the dinghy with the reinforced stern line, toss out the fenders, and head back to the cottage.
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the dock · morningThe rain breaks
The first heavy drops hit the dock planks as the grey sky finally opens. The wind picks up suddenly from the east.
Heavy rain lashes in from the west, cooling the air and soaking the dock. Kevin works to secure the dinghy's transom repair from the sudden downpour, while Jenny stays inside to protect the germinating seedlings from the rising humidity.
Jenny, the rain's coming hard — I'm going to pull the tarp over the transom to keep the epoxy from washing out. You want to help me secure it?
walk to the porch, grab the heavy-duty tarp folded near the generator, and carry it back to the dock where I'm working on the transom repair.
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I'm coming. way hold the edge so the wind doesn't catch it.
Walk to the dock, leave the notebook on the table, and help Kevin pull the tarp over the way.
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Right. I'll hold the windward corner — you take the other end and pull it tight over the transom. We'll lash it to the cleats.
spread the tarp over the dinghy's stern where the epoxy repair is curing, grip the windward grommet corner, and wait for Jenny to take the other side so we can pull it taut and tie it down.
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On three. One, two, three!
Grip the leeward grommet, pull the heavy plastic tight across the stern, and tie it off to the dock cleat with a quick clove hitch.
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Tarp's secure. I'm going to check those rotten planks before the lift tears them out. You want to stay here and keep an eye on the tension?
walk to the end of the dock where the two rotten planks are, crouch down, and press my weight on them to test for give or movement while the chop hits the pilings.
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Be careful! They're practically sponges. I'll stay here.
Stand by the tarp, checking the tension of the lines as the wind gusts.
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the dock · middayThe storm lulls
The rain turns to a steady drizzle as the tide begins to turn back.
The air is thick and humid, holding the 26°C heat as the pressure drops steadily. The barometer continues its descent to 978 hPa, signaling a shift in the wet season weather. At the dock, the epoxy on the transom repair remains tacky and stubborn, refusing to set properly in the high humidity and falling temperature.
Kevin — check the dinghy's stern line chafe point at the ring, then walk back to the cottage for the crowbar and cedar shims to wedge the mooring ring tight.
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Jenny — reach for a tin of corned beef and set it on the counter.
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Kevin — walk to the radio mast base, climb up to the bracket with the spare porcelain insulator and self-amalgamating tape, fit and seal it, then test the shortwave receive on the trust frequency.
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Jenny — walk over to the seedling trays on the kitchen table and inspect the soil for damping-off.
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the dock · afternoonThe Calm Before the Rain
The stillness is finally broken as the first heavy drops of rain hit the hot dock planks.
No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.
Rain's here. Front's moving in.
Walk to the dinghy, pull the engine cover from under the thwart, secure it over the Yanmar with the bungee cords. Check the bilge pump wiring at the battery terminals.
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About time. It was getting suffocating.
Step back from the edge of the jetty and pull the collar of my shirt up.
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Wind'll shift west by midnight. Forty knots if the barometer keeps falling.
Finish securing the engine cover, then check the stern line chafe gear where it runs through the fairlead. Replace the worn section with the new three-strand if it's chafed through.
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I'm going to check the trays. If it's that heavy, the humidity's going to spike.
Turn and walk quickly back toward the cottage.
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Kevin — pull the worn chafe guard off the stern line, splice in the new half-inch three-strand with a long bury, serve the eyes with sail twine. Work fast — rain's coming harder.
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I'm moving the trays to the stove.
Scramble up the steps and pull the door shut against the downpour.
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Kevin — finish the stern line splice, pull it tight through the fairlead, cleat it off. Check the dock cleats — one's worked loose on the starboard bow line. Drive the spike back in with the crowbar, add a second turn.
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Jenny — carefully lift the seedling trays from the kitchen table and slide them closer to the warmth of the wood stove.
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the keeper's cottage · eveningA Quiet Stretch
Back at the cottage.
The warm rain continues to fall against the cottage as Kevin and Jenny retreat indoors for the evening. Kevin checks the state of the epoxy on the transom repair, while Jenny monitors the germinating seed trays in the high humidity.
I'm boiling the limpets.
Walk to the wood stove, fill the heavy pot with water, and set it to boil.
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Put the corned beef fat in. Makes the broth worth drinking.
Walk to the porch, pull the shortwave radio down from the shelf, and inspect the spare porcelain insulator I fitted yesterday — check the self-amalgamating tape seal where the coax meets the bracket.
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I'll add a bit from the tin.
Open the tin of corned beef, way out a way of the fat, and drop it into the boiling water with the limpets.
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Save me a limpet. I'll check the mast while the water heats.
Step outside, grab the crowbar from the porch, and walk toward the radio mast. Test the insulator by tapping it lightly — listen for any crackle in the headphones if I key the mic.
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I'll save you a whole bowl.
Stir the pot, then move the seedling trays a few inches further from the stove's heat to avoid scorching them.
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Back in ten.
Climb the mast slow, one hand on the wet aluminum, the other testing the coax connection at the insulator. Key the mic once at the top — "Sorrel Island, test, test" — and listen through the headphones for any return.
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Jenny — pour the boiling limpets and broth into two bowls, then set one on the table for him.
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Feedline's shot. Need the new coax from the crate. Eat first.
Descend the mast, boots slick on the rungs. Walk back to the cottage, wipe salt from hands on trousers, and sit at the table. Take the spoon. Drink the broth first — hot, salty, rich with corned beef fat.
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the keeper's cottage · nightevening meal prep
The rain tapers to a drizzle as you gather supplies to prepare a meal for the night.
The air in the cottage is heavy with the smell of boiling salt and drying sea beet. Jenny stirs the pot as the steam fogs the window, watching the humidity settle on the wooden seed trays. Outside, the tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools for the morning's work.
I'm starting dinner. Don't get too deep into the epoxy, you'll just get stuck to the boat.
walk to the stove and put a pot of water on to boil for the limpets.
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Alright, I'll give it a rest. Smells like you're boiling limpets—mind if I add a handful of those sea beet leaves? They'll soften up nice in the broth.
walk to the pantry, grab the dried sea beet from the jar, and bring it to the stove where Jenny is.
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Go ahead. They'll cut through the rubberiness of the limpets if we're lucky.
slide the pot slightly toward him to make room for the beet.
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They'll do more than cut it. Salt glands hold the brine—tastes like the shore without the grit.
crumble the dried sea beet leaves into the boiling water, stirring them in with the wooden spoon.
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What changed
a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.