Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the garden

Squall passes, work resumes

The squall has passed, leaving grey skies and dripping surfaces. Kevin is at the dock with the dinghy, ready to torque engine mount bolts. Jenny is at the garden, assessing seed beds after heavy rain.

Kevin works on the dinghy engine mount while the tide begins to rise against the dock pil. Jenny tends to the garden, checking the moisture levels of the heirloom seeds as the air thickens with a coming front.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

You stand at the dinghy with the mast step lashed in place, torque wrench in hand. The engine mounts need four bolts checked to spec. The air smells of rain and salt. The tide is turning, water lapping the dock planks.

🔧 Kevin08:30

Kevin — torque the four engine mount bolts to spec, one by one, working methodically from port forward to starboard aft

💭 peek at the thought

Four bolts. Torque to spec. Then the engine goes back on and the dinghy becomes a boat again instead of a rowboat with delusions.

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🔧 Kevin08:34

Kevin — walk back to the cottage to get the block and tackle from the shed

💭 peek at the thought

Bolts torqued. Mounts solid. Engine next. Need to lift it onto the transom bracket and bolt it down — heavy for one man, but the block and tackle's in the shed. Or I rig a purchase off the mast step. Either way, it goes on before the light fails.

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🔧 Kevin08:38

Kevin — rig the block and tackle from the mast step, hoist the outboard, and lower it onto the transom bracket

💭 peek at the thought

Block and tackle in hand. Engine's sitting on the grass where I left it last week — clean carb, fresh oil, plug gapped. Heavy bastard, sixty kilos if it's a gram. Rig the tackle off the mast step, hoist, guide it onto the transom bracket, bolt through. Then fuel line, throttle cable, kill switch. Test run in the harbour. If she fires clean, the dinghy's done.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the garden

You crouch at the garden edge, brushing mud from your hands. The raised beds are soaked, soil dark and heavy. Tomato rows show small gullies where water ran. You need to see what survived and re-cover any exposed seeds. The shade cloth drips onto the paths.

🌿 Jenny08:29

Jenny — kneel in the mud and carefully smooth the soil over the tomato gullies with my fingertips.

💭 peek at the thought

Dammit. The rain didn't just water them; it tried to erase them. If the seeds are exposed, the birds will have them by sunset.

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🌿 Jenny08:32

Jenny — walk back to the cottage to get the seed tin and a snack.

💭 peek at the thought

My stomach is growling and the air is getting heavier. I can't just stand here staring at mud; I need to get the rest of these seeds in or they'll rot in the tin.

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🌿 Jenny08:37

Jenny — sit at the kitchen table and open the tin of damp seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is still dropping. If it rains again tonight, the whole garden is going to be soup.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.