Sea going.

‘Good man is Charlie’, and there’s another Charlie, painting the underside of his boat. Squally winds and bright sun between the clouds. Fishing for razors , diving for scallops. George starts the engine, a lungful of diesel, head full of holidays and boats and boys. A cuppa from the wee stove. ‘Aye, she needs a bit of paint’. Jim wheels a rolled up tarpaulin across the yard. ‘That’ll be the dead body’, laughs George. The crane ambles tward Sea Spray. Two slings are flung under her belly and she is slowly lifted into the air. Holding a rope at the bow we walk towards the edge of the pier and the crane lowers her in, thats it, simple as….A daunder to the edge of the harbour and back around to berth next to the Tina Louise and a promise of a hurl around the bay when the wind dies down.