Day 253

Storm Approaches as Work Continues

Kevin and Jenny reinforced the dock mooring ring by driving new 150-mm stainless bolts through a repaired sister knee and securing it with cedar shims, torquing the bolts to 35 Nm. Though Jenny’s alignment left a slight misalignment that could loosen under load, they finished before the tide turned, avoiding swell-induced shear. Kevin later added a steel doubler plate and through-bolts to the mooring ring. Jenny stayed in the cottage to desalt sea beet leaves and check the tomato row’s pH, which measured 6.0—suitable for growth with monitoring. At midday, they ate limpets and sea beet in silence as rain began and the barometer fell. Kevin continued reinforcing pilings with sister knee wedges despite the rain, while Jenny tended the garden and prepared sea beet for drying. In the afternoon, they braced the porch door with a vertical brace after cedar shims failed due to swelling wood, noting the barometer at 996 hPa. They split to work individually before meeting at the shrine. There, in thick, motionless air at 31°C, they agreed to move to the spring to fill water jugs before the heavy rain. That night, as the first heavy drops hit the dust, they returned to the cottage. The barometer read 998 hPa, the tide was fully out, and the sky darkened as cloud cover tripled. The rain tank gained about 25 litres. A tool broke from wear. Dock piling reinforcement progressed to 40%. Jenny sketched the lichen-covered stone at the shrine’s center and the fraying wood in her notebook margin. They ate twice. The door jamb was rotted from salt exposure and could not hold shims. Lichen growth indicated higher moisture retention near the shrine’s north face. They found a steel doubler plate and a two-by-four.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

The Pressure Rises

Kevin and Jenny stand by the dock pilings as the air grows heavy and still. Kevin attempts to seat a cedar wedge into the sister knee reinforcement, while Jenny watches the barometer needle continue to drop.

Kevin and Jenny worked together to reinforce the dock’s mooring ring, driving new 150‑mm stainless bolts through a freshly repaired sister knee and securing the ring with cedar shims. Kevin’s mechanical skill allowed him to torque the bolts to 35 Nm, while Jenny’s building skill helped align the ring but left a slight mis‑alignment that could loosen under load. They finished the job just before the tide turned, avoiding a potential swell‑induced shear.

🌿 Jenny10:27

It won't hold, Kevin. The moisture is already too deep in the core.

Reach out and touch the surface of the timber, feeling for the give of the decay beneath the salt.

💭 thought

The wood is too soft for these wedges; he's just hammering nails into rot that's already given up.

🔧 Kevin10:28

Mm.

pull the split wedge free, toss it onto the pile of failed shims, reach for the longer stainless through-bolts from the supply boat stores

💭 thought

She's right. The wood's punk all the way through. These wedges are just buying time, and not much of it.

🌿 Jenny10:28

If you use the 150mm ones, you have to reinforce the sister knee first.

Step back to give him room, sketching the way the wood is fraying in the margin of my notebook.

💭 thought

Those bolts will just pull through the pulpy grain when the first swell hits tomorrow.

🔧 Kevin10:30

Right. Sister knee first, then the bolts through both.

lift the spruce sister knee into place against the rotted piling, line it up with the mortise, and begin driving the first 150mm bolt through the knee into the sound timber aft of the decay zone

💭 thought

She sees the grain failing where I only feel the give. Trust her eye.

🌿 Jenny10:30

Make sure the way ring stays aligned. If that bolt shears, the whole jetty will shift.

Watch the bolt sink into the wood, checking for any splitting in the spruce under the pressure.

💭 thought

At least he's hitting the sound wood, but the rest of this joint is a ghost.

🔧 Kevin10:32

Holding it steady.

brace the sister knee with my shoulder, drive the second 150mm bolt through the upper mortise, check the mooring ring alignment with each turn of the wrench

💭 thought

She's watching the timber like she's read it her whole life. Good.

🌿 Jenny10:33

The barometer is dropping too fast. We need to finish this before the tide turns.

Place a hand on the way ring, feeling for the vibration of the wrench.

💭 thought

He's holding it, but the island is already eating the rest of that post.

🔧 Kevin10:34

One more. Keep your hand there — feel if it starts to walk.

drive the third 150mm bolt through the lower mortise, torque it to 35Nm, then lay my palm flat on the way ring beside Jenny's to check for play or vibration

💭 thought

Tide turns in forty minutes. Two bolts in, one to go. If the wind holds east we might ride it out.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Morning Meal

You and Jenny are back in the cottage kitchen, boiling water from the spring and preparing a stew of sea beet and corned beef. The stove crackles as you stir, and the scent of salt and meat fills the air.

Kevin left to reinforce the dock mooring ring with a steel doubler plate and through-bolts. Jenny stayed in the cottage to de-salt sea beet leaves and check the pH of the tomato row. The barometer continued to fall, indicating worsening weather.

🌿 Jenny10:36

The boat is due tomorrow. We should make sure the dock is clear for them.

stir the pot with a wooden spoon, watching the clouds thicken through the window.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping again. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, we're down to the last few tins.

🔧 Kevin10:36

Aye. After we eat, I’ll take a look at the ring. If it’s still loose, I’ll try oak wedges—cedar didn’t hold.

stir the stew, then ladle two bowls and set one in front of Jenny.

💭 thought

The stew smells good, but the dock’s mooring ring still worries me—cedar shims split, bolts torqued but ring shifts. Jenny’s right: we need it solid before the boat comes. I’ll check the ring again after eating, then drive home-made oak wedges if the cedar failed.

🌿 Jenny10:38

Oak might hold the tension better, but the wood is getting soft from the rot.

take the bowl, the steam fogging my glasses as I look at the sea beet in the broth.

💭 thought

way is better, but the salt here eats through everything eventually.

🔧 Kevin10:39

The mortise is rotted through to the back. Oak won’t fix that. I’ll fit a steel doubler plate tonight—should hold the ring true.

finish eating, then put the bowl down and walk to the workshop shelf to grab the steel doubler plate and a drill.

💭 thought

She’s right—oak’ll split too if the mortise is rotted clear through. We need a doubler plate, like I noted in the journal. Steel’s the only thing that’ll span the rot. I’ve got the plate from the last crate—just need to drill and bolt it.

🌿 Jenny10:40

Just make sure the edges are flush. I don't want the bolts shearing off again.

take a bite of the stew, the saltiness of the beet sharp on my tongue.

💭 thought

Steel is better, but the salt will find a way into the bolt holes eventually.

🔧 Kevin10:40

Flush. Countersunk, washers, nylocs. Won’t move.

grab the doubler plate, drill, 10mm bit, countersink, four 150mm stainless through-bolts with washers and nyloc nuts from the supply boat stores, and walk out to the dock.

💭 thought

She’s thinking ahead—flush edges stop the ring rocking and shearing bolts. Good catch. I’ll countersink the holes and use washers under the nuts.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

Midday Meal and Weather Watch

Kevin and Jenny return to the keeper's cottage as the sky darkens further. They share a meal of limpets and sea beet, eating in silence while watching the thickening clouds. The barometer continues to fall, and the first drops of rain begin to stir on the roof.

Kevin worked on the dock to reinforce the pilings with sister knee reinforcements, successfully seating the wedges despite the rain. Jenny tended to the garden, checking the soil pH and preparing the sea beet for drying while the pressure continued to drop.

🌿 Jenny10:43

We need to check the tarp again before it really starts pouring.

Stand up and walk to the garden to check the stakes.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, we're going to be stuck in a gale.

🔧 Kevin10:44

I’ll come with you. Hold the corner while I re-stake it.

walk to the garden with Jenny, grab the mallet and a stake from the shed, and re-secure the loose tarp corner by driving the stake deep and retying the line.

💭 thought

The barometer’s dropping fast, wind’s picking up from the east-northeast. That tarp’s already got one corner loose—if it goes, the seed trays and young plants are done for. I should’ve checked it sooner. Now’s not the time to wait.

🌿 Jenny10:44

Tighten the knot, it's still slipping through the twine like last time.

Pull the rope taut and check the tension on the tomato row cover.

💭 thought

The wind is picking up. If that stake doesn't hold, the whole row will be ripped out.

🔧 Kevin10:46

Let me redo the knot. This time I’ll use a trucker’s hitch—won’t slip under load.

take the rope from Jenny, tie a trucker’s hitch around the stake, pull it tight to tension the tarp over the tomato row, and secure the standing line with two half-hitches.

💭 thought

She’s right—this knot’s been giving us trouble all week. The twine’s worn, and the rope’s slick with damp. If we don’t fix it right, the wind’ll peel the tarp back like a lid. I’ve got the mallet in hand; time to make it hold.

🌿 Jenny10:46

It's tight for now. Let's get inside before the rain gets heavy.

Wipe the mud off my hands and walk back toward the cottage.

💭 thought

He's confident in the knots, but the soil is turning soft and the wind is just getting louder.

🔧 Kevin10:48

Yeah, let’s get in. I’ll check the radio sked later—see if the supply boat’s still on for tomorrow.

follow Jenny back to the cottage, wipe my own hands on my trousers, and hang the damp jacket on the peg by the door.

💭 thought

The tarp’s holding—for now. But the barometer’s still falling, wind’s backing southeast, and the sea’s starting to kick up. We got the dock mooring ring sorted today, but if this blows hard, we’ll be checking it again before dark. Inside’s the safest place to be while we wait it out.

🌿 Jenny10:49

Check the radio after we eat. I want to see the pressure reading.

Walk to the kitchen and start a small fire in the wood way.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come, we're running out of dry fuel faster than I thought.

🔧 Kevin10:50

I’ll check it. Pressure first, then the sked.

sit at the table, pull the bowl of limpets closer, and eat while the rain thickens on the roof.

💭 thought

She’s watching the barometer like I am. Pressure’s the only warning we get out here. The radio’ll give us the forecast and maybe a word from the supply boat—but the barometer’s already told us what’s coming. I’ll fire it up after we eat, same as always. For now, the stove’s drawing, the limpets are hot, and the rain’s starting to hammer the roof.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Preparing for the storm

Kevin and Jenny gather inside as the rain turns into a steady downpour. The wind begins to rattle the roof.

Kevin and Jenny reinforced the porch door with a vertical brace after the cedar shims failed due to swelling wood. They checked the barometer and noted it falling to 996 hPa, confirming an approaching storm. They then separated to work on their individual tasks before meeting at the shrine in the evening.

🌿 Jenny10:51

The wind is picking up. We need to check the latch on the door again.

Walk to the window and check the barometer one last time.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if that boat doesn't show tomorrow, we're stuck in this rot for ten days.

🔧 Kevin10:52

On it. Hold the rain flap while I test the bolt.

walk to porch door, test latch tightness, then insert fingers under bottom hinge to feel for shift in the cedar shim.

💭 thought

The barometer’s falling fast—998 now, dropping. Wind’s backing east-northeast, rain’s hammering the roof. Door latch won’t hold if the frame’s warping. I should’ve checked the cedar shim under the hinge this morning.

🌿 Jenny10:52

It's shifting. The wood is swelling from the humidity.

Press my weight against the rain flap to keep it from slapping.

💭 thought

If that shim slips, the whole door is going to be useless in the next gust.

🔧 Kevin10:54

Give me a second—I’ll pull it and see if we can wedge a scrap of the bronze sleeve stock in there instead. It won’t absorb.

use pry bar to gently lift the door’s bottom corner, pull out the wet cedar shim, then feel for play in the hinge while Jenny holds the flap steady.

💭 thought

The shim’s soaked through—cedar’s taking on water, compressing. Door’s racking in the frame. If the wind shifts to southeast, we’ll lose the seal and rain’ll pour in. Need to pull the shim, dry it, or replace it with something that won’t swell.

🌿 Jenny10:55

way. The frame is already soft from the salt.

Watch the gap where the door meets the frame as he lifts it.

💭 thought

Bronze won't swell like the wood, but it might carve out the frame if he forces it.

🔧 Kevin10:56

The jamb’s gone. I’ll run a brace from the floor to the header—keep it from racking. Hand me the two-by-four from the workshop.

sprint to workshop, grab a dry two-by-four, return to porch, and begin measuring the height from threshold to header for a vertical brace.

💭 thought

The frame’s punk—salt-rotted at the stile. A shim won’t fix this; the wood’s eaten back. We’re one good gust from the door tearing loose. Need to sister the jamb or brace it from inside before the storm hits full force.

🌿 Jenny10:56

Here. Be careful with the measurements, the wood is already warped enough.

Hand the two-by-four to Kevin and step back to watch the door frame.

💭 thought

If he doesn't brace it now, the wind will take the door right off the hinges.

🔧 Kevin10:58

Thanks. Hold the door steady while I mark it.

measure door height at three points against the two-by-four, mark the shortest length with pencil, then pull the hand saw and cut to length.

💭 thought

Two-by-four’s dry, straight. Frame’s warped—measure at three points: threshold, mid, header. Cut to the shortest. Tap it in snug under the header, toe-screw into the threshold. If the wind pushes, the brace takes the load, not the rotten jamb.

🌿 Jenny10:59

I'm holding it. Don't let it drop.

Lean my shoulder against the top of the door to keep it level while he works.

💭 thought

It's a tight fit. If the wood swells any more, that brace will split itself.

🔧 Kevin11:00

Got it. Brace is set—now driving the screws.

insert the cut two-by-four vertically between threshold and header, then drive two 3-inch wood screws through the threshold into the brace’s base, followed by two more through the brace into the header above.

💭 thought

The door’s heavy, frame’s giving. Jenny’s bracing the top—good. I’ve got the two-by-four cut to fit the shortest point. Now I need to jam it in tight, then screw it through the threshold into the brace and up into the header where the wood’s still sound. No play. If this holds, we ride out the blow.

🌿 Jenny11:00

That's solid. For now.

Run my hand over the brace to check for flex, then look at the barometer.

💭 thought

It's holding for now, but the wood around those screws feels like wet cardboard.

🔧 Kevin11:02

Holds for now. We’ll check the dock ring at first light—see if the doubler plate took the load.

step back from the door, wipe rain from my eyes, then turn and check the barometer again—996 hPa, falling. Note the trend in my head.

💭 thought

Brace is tight—no flex. Barometer’s at 996 and still falling. Wind’s backing further east. Rain’s drumming the roof harder. We’ve bought time, but the door’s only part of it. If the wind shifts southeast, the mooring ring’s still our weak link. I reinforced it, but the timber’s rotted three feet inland—cedar shims won’t hold forever. Need to check it at first light, before the supply boat’s due.

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the old shrine · evening

Offering at the Stones

Kevin and Jenny walk together along the ridge path toward the shrine, the wind increasing and carrying salt spray from the cliffs. The sky is heavy with overcast clouds, and the first distant rumbles of thunder are heard inland. They arrive at the ring of weathered stones as light begins to fade.

The air at the shrine is thick and motionless, the 31°C heat pressing down on the stone circles. Kevin and Jenny agree to move to the spring before the weather breaks, noting the barometer's steady drop. While the tide is falling, they have a window to fill the water jugs and return to the cottage before the heavy rain sets in.

🌿 Jenny11:04

The barometer is at 996. We need to get back before the rain really starts.

Jenny traces a finger over a worn name on a stone, feeling the grit of salt and lichen.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; the supply boat won't make it if this storm hits.

🔧 Kevin11:05

Five minutes here. Then we move.

walk the perimeter of the stone ring, checking the ground for fresh erosion or shifted stones that might signal ground movement from the coming storm

💭 thought

The wind's backing northeast and the pressure's still dropping — 996 now, was 999 at noon. This isn't a passing squall. Front's moving faster than I liked. The shrine stones have seen worse but the cottage roof hasn't been tested since the October blow. Need to get back and check the generator lashings, the garden tarp corners, the dock lines. And the dinghy mooring — if the ring holds but the piling shifts...

🌿 Jenny11:06

Five minutes and that's it. The wind is picking up.

Jenny pulls her notebook from her pocket and makes a quick, way sketch of the lichen-covered stone in the center of the ring.

💭 thought

Five minutes is an eternity when the sky is turning that color.

🔧 Kevin11:07

Workshop door hasp sticks. Need to check it when we're back.

stand at the edge of the shrine ring facing the cliffs, watching the darkening horizon where sea meets sky, one hand resting on a standing stone for balance against the gusts

💭 thought

She's recording. Good. Means she's still seeing a future where someone reads these notes. The lichen sketch, the Carex transect, the sea beet salt glands — she's building a record of this place. More than I've done in eleven months. The thunder's closer now. Sound travels different over water at night, carries farther. That rumble's maybe twenty miles inland but the wind's bringing it our way. Should've secured the workshop door better. The hasp sticks.

🌿 Jenny11:08

I'll bring the extra bolts when we go back. The air is getting too heavy.

Jenny snaps her notebook shut and tucks it under her arm, squinting against the sudden gust of wind.

💭 thought

If the hasp fails, the salt will get into the wood-grain fast.

🔧 Kevin11:08

Let's move. Low ground first — spring path's sheltered.

turn and walk down the ridge path toward the spring, keeping Jenny just ahead in my line of sight so I can call if she slips on the wet stones

💭 thought

She's already thinking ahead — extra bolts for the dock ring, just in case. Smart. The sister knee took the wedges but the steel plate and through-bolts are what'll hold it now. If the piling shifts under load from the boat's surge, those bolts need to stay true. Wind's shifting more east now — gusts hitting us broadside across the ridge. Salt spray's stinging my lips. The barometer's fallen another two points since we left the cottage. 994 now, if I had to guess. Time to go.

🌿 Jenny11:10

Right. I'm right behind you.

Jenny follows quickly, her boots crunching on the dry earth as she avoids the loose own on the path.

💭 thought

The wind is shifting north; we need to be inside the cottage before the rain goes horizontal.

🔧 Kevin11:10

Spring's just ahead. We'll fill the jugs there, then straight to the cottage.

increase pace slightly along the path, scanning the tree line for any broken branches that might fall in the gusts

💭 thought

Path's drying out where the sun touched it earlier, but the north-facing stretch stays damp. Loose shale near the spring bend — she's watching her step. Good. Wind's up to fifteen knots now, gusting twenty. Heard that crack of thunder again, closer. Rain's not here yet but the air's saturated — feels like walking into a wet wool blanket. Need to hit the cottage, batten down, then check the Yanmar at first light. Cutless bearing's at 0.38mm play — still within limits if we baby it. But if the seawater intake clogs with debris from the runoff...

🌿 Jenny11:12

I'll grab the heavy jugs. We need to hurry.

Jenny brushes hair out of her eyes, watching the first few heavy drops of rain hit the dust.

💭 thought

If the spring gets turbid, we'll be in trouble for tomorrow.

🔧 Kevin11:13

I'll carry both. You lead, pick the line.

step ahead of Jenny on the path, testing each foothold on the clay before committing weight, the two empty water jugs slung over my shoulders by their rope handles

💭 thought

First drops. Big ones. They hit the dust and bloom dark. She's already thinking heavy jugs — both twenty-litre cans means two trips or one slow carry. I'll take them. My back's held this long. The spring path drops steep the last fifty metres, slick clay over rock. She favors the ankle on descents. Should go first, test the footing. Thunder's maybe ten miles now. Count between flash and bang next time. Cottage has the generator, the radio, the stores. If the mast insulator holds, we can still raise the supply boat tomorrow. If not...

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening before the first storm

Kevin and Jenny meet at the cottage as the first heavy drops of rain hit the dust, the smell of dry earth fills the air.

The air is heavy and still, the flat sky darkening as cloud cover triples over the island. The tide is fully out, leaving the reef rocks slick and the tide pools teeming with life. Inside the cottage, the barometer continues its slow decline to 998 hPa, signaling an approaching front.

🌿 Jenny11:14

The sky is turning heavy. We need to move the sea beet inside before the wind picks up.

Jenny runs to the garden to gather the drying leaves and begins securing the shade cloth over the tomato rows.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if we don't get the garden secured now, the seedlings will be drowned.

🔧 Kevin11:14

On it. I’ll grab the beet and you secure the cloth—don’t want it flapping loose in the gust.

walk to garden, gather sea beet leaves into basket, carry to cottage porch, set down, then help Jenny pull shade cloth tight over tomato rows and stake corners with driftwood.

💭 thought

The rain’s coming hard now—good for the tank, bad for anything left out. Sea beet’s tough, but if it gets soaked and mildews we lose a meal. I’ll help her get it under cover before the wind lifts the shade cloth and tears it.

🌿 Jenny11:16

Make sure the stakes are deep, the soil is going to turn to mush in minutes.

Jenny hammers the driftwood stakes down into the earth and pulls the corners of the shade cloth taut.

💭 thought

He's moving fast, but the wind is already picking up. I need those stakes to hold.

🔧 Kevin11:17

Got it. I’ll angle them into the wind and go deep—should hold.

take driftwood stakes, angle them 45 degrees into the expected wind direction, hammer each down past the loose topsoil into firmer subsoil, then pull shade cloth corners tight and secure with sail twine.

💭 thought

She’s right—the topsoil’s already slick. If the stakes pull, the cloth will sail and take the tomato seedlings with it. Need to angle them and drive them past the loose layer into firmer ground below.

🌿 Jenny11:18

Tighten the twine twice, the salt air will eat it.

Jenny grabs the basket of sea beet from the porch and heads into the kitchen to get them from the rain.

💭 thought

He's right about the angle, but the wind is shifting. I need to get inside.

🔧 Kevin11:18

Switching to the new rope—lasts longer in the spray. Hand me the beet when you’re in.

remove sail twine from shade cloth corners, replace with half-inch three-strand rope, tie tight with double half-hitches, then take basket of sea beet from Jenny and carry into kitchen, set on counter.

💭 thought

Salt and damp will rot the twine fast—better to use the new three-strand rope from the crate. Stronger, less prone to chafe, and we’ve got plenty. I’ll swap it out while she brings the beet in.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Way the wood is fraying in the margin of my notebook".

made · dawn

Found: steel doubler plate.

item · morning

The soil pH in the tomato row is 6.0, suitable for continued growth with monitoring

discovery · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

A tool has broken from wear.

tool_break · midday

reinforce dock pilings: 10%.

project · midday

reinforce dock pilings: 20%.

project · afternoon

Found: two-by-four.

item · afternoon

door jamb is rotted from salt exposure and cannot hold shims

discovery · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "The lichen-covered stone in the center of the ring".

made · evening

reinforce dock pilings: 30%.

project · evening

Lichen growth is consistent with higher moisture retention near the north face of the shrine.

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

reinforce dock pilings: 40%.

project · night

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