Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the north cliffs

Low tide piling work and north ridge sketches

Kevin waits at the dock for the tide to fall enough to drive a new north piling; Jenny sits at the north ridge with her notebook, sketching sea beet morphology.

Kevin returns to the cottage from the dock, his shoulders aching from the mallet work on the new piling. Jenny arrives shortly after from the cliffs, her notebook heavy with new sketches of the sea beet anatomy. They meet in the kitchen as the heavy air presses down, and the tide begins its slow turn.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

The swell has dropped. Water sucks back from the dock face, exposing the broken mortise and the grey, worm-ridden stump of the north piling. You've got the replacement spruce log staged on the dinghy, the come-along rigged to the south piling, and the mallet back in hand. The tide turns in twenty minutes.

🔧 Kevin10:02

Kevin — walk to the dinghy, haul the replacement spruce log onto the dock using the come-along, position it over the broken mortise, and start driving the new north piling with the mallet while the tide is low.

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's dropping fast. Twenty minutes to drive this piling before the water comes back and fights me. Hands still trembling but the adrenaline's settling into something useful. Get the log positioned, drive it deep, sister it to the stub, and get off the dock before the swell returns.

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🔧 Kevin10:15

Kevin — inspect the three chalk-marked south-end dock planks for new cracks or movement from the piling shift, then walk back to the cottage for coffee.

💭 peek at the thought

Piling's seated. Not pretty but it's deep — three solid feet into the seabed, the sister braces bolted to the rotted stub with the stainless through-bolts. The come-along took the strain clean. Tide's already licking at the new timber. Need to check the dock planks I marked yesterday, see if the shift cracked any others. Then coffee. Hands have stopped shaking.

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🔧 Kevin10:22

Kevin — retrieve one of the salvaged sound-core planks, pry up the cracked plank, and replace it before the tide covers the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

Two of the three marked planks held. The third — the one nearest the new piling — has a fresh hairline crack running from the bolt hole toward the end grain. Not through yet. Won't take much swell to open it. I've got the three sound cores salvaged from the last repair. One'll fit. Tide's rising proper now. If I swap it quick, the dock holds. If I don't, the next storm takes the whole finger. Coffee can wait five minutes.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the north cliffs

The path to the north ridge is slick with salt spray but your cane finds purchase. You've reached the first cairn. Sea beet clumps the slope — thick at the base, spindly higher up. You unpack the waterproof casing, open your notebook to the gland density pages, and begin drawing. The wind tears at the paper.

🌿 Jenny10:02

(to the wind) Hold still, you stupid thing.

use the metal clip from the notebook binder to fasten pages together, then anchor the corner with a smooth river stone I found earlier

💭 peek at the thought

The gland density gradients are clearer from this angle, but the wind's making the paper impossible to hold still. I need to secure it somehow.

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🌿 Jenny10:13

(to the sea beet plants) You want to come with me too, don't you?

break off a sturdy branch from the lower sea beet clump and use it as a writing weight, then sketch the leaf arrangement on the reverse side of the paper as backup documentation

💭 peek at the thought

The stone's holding but it's slipping - need something heavier. And damn, these wind gusts are getting worse with each page I try to sketch.

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🌿 Jenny10:21

(to yourself) way one more page, Jenny.

pull the heavy metal tin from my bag and set it on the notebook edge, then continue drawing the detailed salt-gland structure of the leaf margins.

💭 peek at the thought

The branch is too light, the wind is just going to toss it. My ankle is throbbing in time with every gust, distracting focus.

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