Day 67

The Rat and the Rising Barometer

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny by the pantry door, listening to scratching behind the wooden shelving. A drift of grey flour dust marked where a sack had been torn open. Kevin knelt and found a gap behind the baseboard, two fingers wide. "Wire wool in the tool bag," he said. Jenny handed it down from the upper shelves, where she had been checking the corned beef tins. "Check the corned beef and the seeds," Kevin had told her. She came down, passed the wool, and moved the seed tins to the top shelf. Kevin packed the hole.

Morning brought heavy air and rising cloud. Kevin worked the dinghy transom on the porch, wiping excess epoxy before humidity could ruin the cure. Jenny pressed sea beet specimens, then boiled limpets. By midday the barometer was dropping fast. "We're getting rain soon," she said. Kevin turned to the Yanmar, inspecting internal components while the transom cured. Jenny identified succulents from the north cliffs — thick waxy leaves, high salt tolerance — and sketched the margin structure of the largest leaf.

Afternoon rain hammered the roof. Wind turned cold. "Get those inside, now!" Jenny shouted as Kevin carried the transom further from the porch edge. He brought the press and specimens in. She laid leaves on paper towels. "The wood breathes," she said. In the kitchen, Kevin replaced the cracked porcelain insulator on the shortwave radio, wrapping the joint in self-amalgamating tape. "Tape's rotted," he said. "Swapping the insulator now before it arcs."

Evening pressure held at 1007 hPa but the stillness meant the storm was still building. They latched both kitchen windows and secured the heirloom seed tin. Jenny served supper. "Eat while it's hot," she said. "Before the fat gets cold." The wind whistled through the thatch as they ate.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Intruder

Kevin and Jenny stand by the door as the sound of scratching echoes from behind the wooden shelving. A pile of grey flour dust drifts onto the floor where the discarded sack sat.

Kevin inspected the pantry for signs of rodent activity and identified a small gap behind the baseboard. Jenny checked the upper shelves for damage to the corned beef tins. They agreed to set a trap to protect the remaining food supply.

🔧 Kevin18:13

You think that’s funny, Jenny? A rat's on the floor again.

investigate pantry, remove shelf, set a fresh rat trap, check wall for gaps.

💭 thought

Rat again. Can't keep him eating our food, but I don't have a proper trap. Need to pull the shelf, check the wall.

🌿 Jenny18:15

Let me check the other shelves too. We can't afford to lose more supplies.

inspect pantry shelves for additional entry points, examine remaining stored food for signs of rodent activity, prepare to set additional traps using bait from the pantry

💭 thought

The rat's learning our patterns. I should have sealed the pantry properly when I had the chance. But the flour sack is already compromised - maybe I need to set proper traps instead of just relying on Kevin's quick fixes.

🔧 Kevin18:16

Check the corned beef tins too. He'll chew the labels off if nothing else.

pull bottom shelf clear, set snap trap with peanut butter bait against back wall, examine baseboard for entry holes.

💭 thought

Good. She's thorough. I'll get the trap set properly this time — peanut butter on the trigger, snap trap back against the wall where he runs.

🌿 Jenny18:21

I'll check the corned beef and the seeds.

inspect the corned beef tins for punctures, move grandmother's seed tin to the highest shelf, check packets for dampness.

💭 thought

Kevin's focused on the labels, but I'm worried about the moisture. If that rat gets into the seed tin, grandmother's legacy is gone. I need to move the tin higher up.

🔧 Kevin18:21

Wire wool in the tool bag. Bring it when you're done up there.

probe baseboard gap with knife blade to find rat entry, clean debris, pack hole with wire wool and epoxy putty.

💭 thought

She's moving the seed tin — smart. Damp packets on the top shelf won't matter if the rat gets to them. I'll stuff the hole with wire wool and epoxy putty once I find it.

🌿 Jenny18:25

I'm coming down.

walk to pantry, lift the seed tin, inspect the corned beef for tooth marks.

💭 thought

He's already working on the gap. I'm hungry enough to shake, but those seeds need more attention than the limpets.

🔧 Kevin18:25

Hole's behind the bracket. Two fingers wide. Pass me the wire wool.

hold position at baseboard, wait for wire wool, pack hole firmly with wire wool and epoxy putty, smooth flush with knife.

💭 thought

She's close now. The hole's behind the shelf bracket — two fingers wide, chewed clean through the mortar. Pack it tight and it'll hold.

🌿 Jenny18:27

Here. Be careful with that.

hand wire wool to Kevin, move seed tin to the top shelf, inspect corned beef tins for holes.

💭 thought

If he gets into that tin, the whole season's work goes. I need to move the seeds before he finds another way in.

🔧 Kevin18:28

Thanks.

pack wire wool deep into hole, mix epoxy putty, force it in over the wool, smooth flush with knife blade, wipe hands on rag.

💭 thought

Wire wool takes the epoxy. Good. Rat teeth won't grind through this mix.

🌿 Jenny18:33

I'm moving the seeds to the top shelf. Just in case.

lift seed tin, place it on highest shelf, inspect corned beef tins for any punctures.

💭 thought

He's fast with the putty. I hope it actually holds. My stomach is growling so loud it's distracting me from the tins.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Morning After Trap-Setting

The sun is rising as the trade wind picks up. The trap is set near the gap, waiting for the night activity.

The morning air is heavy and still as the cloud cover increases. Kevin works on the dinghy transom on the porch, wiping away excess epoxy before the humidity rises, while Jenny prepares the gathered limpets in the kitchen and begins pressing the sea beet specimens.

🔧 Kevin18:33

Morning. Coffee's on.

Light the stove, put the kettle on, and pull the epoxy tub and fibreglass mat onto the porch bench.

💭 thought

Dawn light through the porch. Trap's set. Rat'll move when it's fully dark. Need to get the transom glassed before humidity climbs — epoxy won't kick past eighty percent.

🌿 Jenny18:37

I'll start the limpets while you're working on the transom.

Walk to the kitchen table, grab the bowl of limpets, and begin rinsing them in cold water to remove the salt.

💭 thought

I'm hungry enough to eat my sketches, but I need to get these limpets started before they get tough.

🔧 Kevin18:38

Right. Back before they're done.

Carry the epoxy tub, fibreglass mat, and brush out to the porch. Set up at the bench, check the transom scarf joint — still tacky from yesterday — and wipe it down with acetone before the humidity climbs.

💭 thought

Good. She's moving. Limpets take time and she knows it. Gives me the porch to myself while the air's still dry enough.

🌿 Jenny18:39

I'm going to press the sea much now, then I'll boil the limpets.

Lay the sea much leaves flat on paper towels and place a heavy book on top of them.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping; I need to get these sea beets pressed before the rain ruins the specimens.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

Midday Heat Approaches

The humidity peaks as the clouds thicken into a grey ceiling. The tide begins its slow turn, exposing the lower pools.

The humidity rises as the barometer continues to drop, signaling a change in weather. Kevin focuses on the Yanmar components while the transom cures, and Jenny manages the drying heirloom seeds in the oppressive heat.

🌿 Jenny18:41

The tide is turning. We need to get those specimens inside before the surge hits.

Place the sea beet specimens into the press and tighten the bolts.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping again; if it rains before the boat, the north ridge path will be a mess.

🔧 Kevin18:41

Grab the limpets too. I'll bring the press.

walk to the porch, pick up the plant press with sea beet specimens, carry it through the kitchen doorway and set it on the table

💭 thought

Epoxy's going to stay tacky for hours in this soup. Better move the glassing inside if we can, or bag it until the air drops. Tide's turning — Jenny's right about the surge. Lower shelves flood first.

🌿 Jenny18:43

I've got them. They're still warm from the pan.

Pick up the limpets in the cast iron skillet and follow him inside.

💭 thought

He's always moving to the next task before I've even finished the current one.

🔧 Kevin18:43

Kevin — pull the porch door shut behind her, latch it, then turn back to the kitchen table and set the press down carefully

💭 thought

Good. Food and specimens both under roof before the wet hits. Skillet's heavy — she's got it. I'll shut the porch door on the humidity.

🌿 Jenny18:45

The barometer is really dipping. We're getting rain soon.

Set the skillet on the table next to the press and look at the sea beet leaves.

💭 thought

The air is so heavy I can almost taste it. I need to eat something real.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

The Approaching Squ

The first heavy drops of rain hit the roof as the wind picks up. You gather the drying seeds inside quickly.

Kevin spent the afternoon inspecting the internal components of the Yanmar engine to progress the repair. Jenny focused on identifying the succulents gathered from the north cliffs and preparing them for study. The barometric pressure continues to drop, signaling a change in weather.

🔧 Kevin18:48

Kevin — gather the drying seed packets and heirloom seeds from the porch into the kitchen

💭 thought

Rain's early. Barometer was rising but the wind shifted northeast — front's moving faster than the glass showed. Need to get the seeds in before they're ruined.

🌿 Jenny18:49

Get those inside, now! The wind is turning.

Spread the damp seeds across the dry paper towels on the kitchen table to air out.

💭 thought

If the humidity gets any higher, my grandmother's seeds will rot before theyization see the soil.

🔧 Kevin18:50

Transom's still on the porch. Epoxy hasn't cured.

grab the epoxy tub and fibreglass scraps off the porch, then pull the dinghy transom piece under the porch overhang

💭 thought

She's already moving them. Wind's backing west now — rain'll be horizontal in minutes. The transom epoxy's still tacky from this morning. If water hits that scarf joint before it kicks, the whole repair's wasted.

🌿 Jenny18:51

Move it further from the edge. The way will catch it anyway.

Pick up the sea beet specimens and arrange them carefully in the press.

💭 thought

He's always so focused on the mechanics of it, he doesn't see the sky literally turning bruised.

🔧 Kevin18:52

Kevin — drag the transom piece against the cottage back wall under the deepest part of the overhang, weigh it down with the crowbar so wind doesn't flip it

💭 thought

She's right. Porch overhang won't hold against west wind. Need to get the transom piece fully inside or at least against the back wall. Rain's already spitting sideways.

🌿 Jenny18:59

Check the radio insulator again after the storm passes. Please.

Put the limpets in the cast iron skillet and add the corned beef fat.

💭 thought

At least it's out of the wind, but the pressure is dropping too fast.

🔧 Kevin18:59

Will do.

step back inside, wipe rain off hands, and check the shortwave set — power on, squelch set, listen for any traffic on 6215 while the storm builds

💭 thought

Insulator's held through worse. But the crack's been growing under the tape. If this front brings lightning or sustained wet, it could arc. She's not wrong to ask.

🌿 Jenny19:01

I'm going to start the stove. I'm starving.

Fry the limpets until the smell of salt and fat fills the kitchen.

💭 thought

If that insulator snaps, I'm truly alone on this rock until the boat.

🔧 Kevin19:01

Kevin — pull up a stool at the kitchen table, watch the rain lash the porch through the window, wait for the skillet

💭 thought

Radio's quiet on 6215. Just static and the occasional French trawler chatter further up the band. Storm's drowning propagation anyway. Smell of limpets and corned beef fat — first real food since breakfast. Stomach's been tight all day.

🌿 Jenny19:03

Eat while it's hot. Before the fat gets cold.

Plate the limpets and slide them toward him.

💭 thought

The wind is screaming through the eaves now. I hope the roof holds.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

The Approaching Squall

You and Jenny gather in the kitchen as the first heavy drops of rain hit the thatch.

The air in the cottage grows heavy as the pressure drops. Kevin replaces the cracked porcelain insulator on the shortwave radio, wrapping the joint tightly in self-amalgamating tape to prevent an arc. Inside, Jenny meticulously lays out the waxy succulent leaves on paper towels, sketching their salt-resistant margins in the notebook while the wind begins to whistle.

🌿 Jenny19:07

Get the specimens inside, Kevin. Now.

way sweeps the sea much leaves off the table and into the dry wooden box.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping too fast; if the wind shifts now, the samples are ruined.

🔧 Kevin19:07

Already on it.

grab the succulent specimens wrapped in damp cloth and the sea beet morphology notebook from the porch table, carry them inside to the kitchen table, set them clear of the stove's heat

💭 thought

She's moving fast. The barometer's been dropping all day — 1006 and steady was the last I checked, but that was hours ago. Rain on the thatch means the front's here.

🌿 Jenny19:11

Put them on the paper towels, not the wood. The wood breathes.

unroll the sea way and carefully lay the leaves out on dry absorbent paper.

💭 thought

The humidity is going to ruin the sketches if I don't get them flat.

🔧 Kevin19:11

Kevin — move the specimens from the wooden box onto the dry paper towels spread near the stove, arrange the succulent plants flat without overlapping, open the notebook to a fresh page and set it beside them

💭 thought

Right. Paper towels. The wood holds salt and damp from the limpets earlier.

🌿 Jenny19:15

way. Now check the radio insulator. That crack is looking like a map.

pick up the pencil and start sketching the margin structure of the largest leaf.

💭 thought

He's finally moving. I need to see those salt enough clearly before they curl.

🔧 Kevin19:19

Kevin — walk to the radio shelf, pull the shortwave down, inspect the porcelain insulator at the mast base where the self-amalgamating tape covers the crack, check for carbon tracking or moisture ingress

💭 thought

She's not wrong. The self-amalgamating tape over the porcelain insulator's crack has been holding, but rain this heavy tests everything. If the insulator arcs, we lose the radio until I can swap the spare — assuming the spare's still good after months in salt air.

🌿 Jenny19:25

It's wider. I can see the way fraying under the tape.

lean over the table, squinting at the salt way on the leaf surface.

💭 thought

If that insulator goes, we're deaf to the mainland own the boat comes.

🔧 Kevin19:25

Tape's rotted. Swapping the insulator now before it arcs.

fetch the spare porcelain insulator from the tool shelf, uncoil the antenna lead from the cracked insulator on the radio body, unscrew the damaged insulator, fit the spare, re-secure the antenna lead, wrap the join with fresh self-amalgamat

💭 thought

The tape's fraying. Salt and UV have been eating it for months. If the insulator arcs in this wet, the radio's dead. I have the spare porcelain insulator — already installed on the mast, but the old one's still on the radio body. Need to swap it before the crack tracks to ground.

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the keeper's cottage · night

The Squall Arrives

The trade wind picks up sharply, carrying the scent of ozone and heavy spray. The first fat drops of rain hammer the tin roof of the cottage as the tide begins to turn.

Kevin and Jenny secured the heirloom seed tin and latched both kitchen windows against the approaching squall. The barometer held steady at 1007 hPa, but the heavy stillness in the air suggested the storm was still building offshore.

🌿 Jenny19:27

Kevin, get the seed tin off the porch now!

Stand up abruptly, knocking the notebook shut, and run to the porch to grab the tin.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast and the wind just shifted south; we're going to get hit hard tonight.

🔧 Kevin19:27

On it.

Walk to the porch, grab the heirloom seed tin, carry it inside and set it on the kitchen table away from the door.

💭 thought

Front's here early. Rain on the roof means the barometer was right — drop below 1008 with this humidity and the swell comes faster than you think. Seed tin on the porch is dead weight if it gets soaked again.

🌿 Jenny19:29

Check the latches on the kitchen window, quickly.

Walk to the window to ensure the frame is shut tight against the wind.

💭 thought

At least the tin is inside now, but the roof is going to be deafening like this.

🔧 Kevin19:29

Kevin — check and dog down both latches on the kitchen window, then step to the bedroom window and secure those too.

💭 thought

Wind's backing west now. Rain horizontal inside ten minutes if the latches don't hold.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A rat has gotten into the pantry.

rat · dawn

Kevin's building is now 9/10.

level_up · dawn

dinghy transom scarf joint: 80%.

project · dawn

yanarmar repair: 50%.

project · dawn

dinghy transom scarf joint: 90%.

project · morning

yanarmar repair: 60%.

project · morning

yanarmarmar repair: 20%.

project · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

A tangle of driftwood and flotsam has washed up on the beach.

driftwood · midday

dinghy transom scarf joint is finished.

project_done · midday

yanarmar repair: 70%.

project · afternoon

yanarmarmar repair: 30%.

project · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "Margin structure of the largest leaf".

made · evening

The succulents near the spring have thick waxy leaves, indicating high salt tolerance.

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

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