the dock · day 336 · afternoon

The Squall Approaches

The steady trade wind suddenly dies, replaced by a sharp, cool chill as a wall of rain becomes visible on the horizon.

The light onshore breeze picks up as the barometer drops to 1037 hPa. The tide is fully out, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the base of the north piling. Kevin and Jenny are at the dock, dealing with the structural integrity of the mooring ring and the growing crack in the north garden wall.

🔧 Kevin18:53

Squall coming—batten down the hatch! I’m hitting the dock to lock the mooring ring before it blows apart.

Run to the dock, grab the steel doubler plate and longer stainless through-bolts from the workshop locker, and begin bolting the plate over the mooring ring mortise to stop the ring from shifting under load.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind’s dropped and a squall’s rolling in fast—got to secure what’s loose before it hits. Dock mooring ring’s still shifting; if it gives way, the dinghy could take a beating or worse, drift onto the rocks. Jenny’s probably in the cottage already, but I’ll shout if I need her.

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🌿 Jenny18:54

Kevin, wait—check the garden wall!

sprint toward the cottage garden, past the half-weeded beds toward the seaward wall where I'd meant to stake down the tarp.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's crash confirms it—this squall isn't just passing weather, it's testing everything I've been afraid to plant.

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🔧 Kevin18:55

On it—tarp first, then the ring. Hold the corner while I get the line!

Sprint to the garden, grab the loose corner of the tarp flapping over the tomato rows, and stake it down firmly using the spare wooden stakes and sail twine from the shed, pulling it tight to prevent it from tearing or whipping in the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—the tarp’s flapping in the dying wind, and if it tears loose it could take seedlings with it or wrap around something and cause more trouble. Squall’s coming fast; I can secure the mooring ring after I see to the garden. Better to lose a minute now than fight a flying tarp in thirty-knot gusts.

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🌿 Jenny18:56

Kevin, the wall—check the north side where the mortar's cracked.

grab the tarp corner from Kevin's grip, sprint to the garden wall, press palm against the mortar where water has been seeping through.

💭 peek at the thought

The tarp's flapping was the first sign—wind's shifting fast enough to catch loose things. My hands are shaking.

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🔧 Kevin18:57

Crack’s bad—I’ll brace it with the driftwood splints from the pantry. Hand me the mallet!

Grab the mallet and two driftwood splints from the cottage pantry, then run to the north side of the garden wall where Jenny’s pointing, and wedge the splints diagonally behind the cracked mortar to brace it against inward pressure from the

💭 peek at the thought

She’s found the weak point—water’s getting in where the mortar’s cracked, and if the wall gives way under the squall’s force, it could take the whole seaward edge of the garden with it. I’ve got to brace it now, before the rain hits and the soil turns to slurry. No time for perfection—just something to hold it together until it blows over.

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🌿 Jenny18:57

Wait, Kevin! The splints won't hold the surge!

hand the mallet to him, step back to watch the wall, and feel the first cold drop of rain hit the dust.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping so fast. The air feels heavy, metallic. If that wall goes, the whole garden is lost to the salt.

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🔧 Kevin18:59

Greenheart offcuts in the shed—bolted through as deadmen. You hold the line on the tarp; I’ll be back in thirty seconds.

Sprint to the garden shed, grab two greenheart offcuts (300mm x 100mm x 50mm), the 12mm drill bit, two 150mm galvanized through-bolts with washers and nuts, and the impact driver, then run back to the north garden wall.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—the splints are too light for the kind of surge a squall brings. The wall needs mass and anchor, not props. The old greenheart offcuts from the dock repair are in the shed; heavy, rot-resistant, and I can bolt them through the wall as deadmen if I move fast. Rain’s starting—seconds count.

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🌿 Jenny19:00

Kevin, forget the bolts—get the cedar shims! Kevin, use the shims! They're pre-treated!

tear the tarp corner from Kevin's grip, sprint to the shed where I'd stored the cedar shims during the dock repairs, grab three pieces. </think>THOUGHT: Cedar shims soaked in epoxy from the dock repair—they'll swell and grip faster than fre

💭 peek at the thought

Thirty seconds. That's not enough. The pressure's already below 1010. The rain's getting harder.

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🔧 Kevin19:01

Shims it is—drive them deep!

Take the three epoxy-soaked cedar shims from Jenny, jam them hard into the cracked mortar joints on the north garden wall using the mallet, driving them deep until they seat tight and the wall stops flexing under hand pressure.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right—the cedar shims are pre-treated, already epoxy-soaked from the dock work. They'll swell fast in the rain and lock the cracked mortar tighter than bolts in crumbling stone. Faster, lighter, and they'll hold the surge. Good call.

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🌿 Jenny19:01

Get to the cottage! Now!

grab the edge of the tarp, run toward the keeper's cottage, and watch the rain start to bleed over the horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

It's holding. For now. The sky is turning a bruised purple and the wind is screaming through the jetty.

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🔧 Kevin19:03

Going in—watch the door!

Sprint toward the keeper's cottage, shoulder the door open, and step inside, pulling Jenny in behind me and shutting the door against the first gusts of the squall.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain’s already hitting—the wall’s bought us a few minutes, but the squall’s here. We need shelter, not heroics. The cottage is solid, and we’ll lose more by staying out than we’ll gain. I’ll trust the shims for now and get inside before the wind tears the tarp or the rain soaks everything.

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🌿 Jenny19:03

Is the door latched?

lean my back against the door, breathing hard, and listen to the rain begin to hammer the tin roof.

💭 peek at the thought

We're safe inside these four walls, but the wind is already lifting the roof. I can smell the salt in the air.

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