So apparently it is Saturday, go figure eh? I have pretty much finished painting the wood panelling and associates skirting and dado today so that is a task complete.
Well I say it is a task complete but what it actually is is a week and a half of my life wasted. I have ‘transformed’ white wood into…… drum roll please…. white wood! I guess you can tell it doesn’t look like a transformation. The only really noticeable change is that the pub now smells of paint again and not beer, that change makes me sad but at least it is temporary.
There is one section of the pub where it has been more of a transformation but I am not sure why. The woodwork around the fruit machine corner was in fact yellow. Yes I know I would have sworn it was white as well. In fact the only person who guessed yellow was Nick, his observations may be limited but hell they are accurate.
I have checked a picture of when I brought the Plough and that area had yellow wall panels and white woodwork. I checked before I painted and it is white and now, of course it is a bit brighter. I know that gloss can yellow but normally in sun (its as far from light as you get) but why didn’t I notice those two walls yellowing? After much consideration I have come to the conclusion that the ghost of the white panel above has transposed itself on to the woodwork, its the only explanation that makes sense.
So within the next couple of days the biggest single job (inside) will be complete and hopefully I will relax a little. Regardless of how long we predict closure will be I am horribly uncomfortable in a bomb site that can’t be completed overnight. I know they wont just change their mind and reopen us randomly but something doesn’t sit well having the pub in this condition.
Since it is Saturday me and the ducks will be blowing the froth off a couple later. I am going to shuffle the pack a little though as I think they are getting too comfortable in their respective positions. I moved the KB duck today so that I could sit down and you should see the look that she gave me. I had to turn her around before the glare damaged the new paint!
For those that don’t live in the luxury of such close proximity to the sea allow me to share some of the ocean’s majesty. Last weekend I was looking out over a mill pond calm ocean at this time, so flat it looked like you could walk on it. At the end of this week the east coast has had a wintry turn and there is nothing that reminds you of the strength of the ocean better than a windy day. Despite being a sun lover I watched enthralled as the ocean was whipped into a viscous and unforgiving frenzy last night.
Near horizontal winds howling along the front gave the perfect opportunity to meet neighbours in the alleys and side roads that criss-cross the town. The brown, foaming waves spent the night smashing over the promenade, tearing at mans rude inclusion in their path. For me this mornings view is the first one of winter. There are no tourists on the beach, indeed no people at all since the dog walkers have not yet ventured out. The sand that is so gently lapped by summer seas is now bright and clean. Like some great industrial washing machine the ocean has hurled all of the beach around in a maelstrom of rage and cleaned every trace of the summer.
It is like nature is washing off the grime of the summer and refreshing itself. The sun is breaking over a much calmer see and there is little witness of the fury which whipped such waves up overnight. But there in the middle of the beach, as if to warn us of its power, the ocean has deposited an enormous tree root. This is not the driftwood that you see in shops this is the root of some great tree. I like to think that, like a tired mother, this is natures way of telling us that if she ‘has to clean our room one more time’.
I apologise for this line which will mean little to most of you but is important nonetheless. Today’s value is 4363 because I slowed at the end of the week discipline, it would seem, is a must.
Whilst catching up with Island news over the weekend I hit upon a transport story. There are delays and disruption to all forms of transport and whilst these are generally annoying that is the only emotion associated with them. How odd that reading of an intercooler failure on the St Claire made me envious. Not envious of delays and disruptions, that would be silly. But envious of the Solent crossing and the experiene of being uniquely separated from the mainland. Yes there is disruption and crossings add a cost and difficulty to travel but for me it is well worth it for the idyllic scenery and laid back pace of life.
Just the mention of a ferry that I have used so many times makes me yearn to be back there. I keep Sean’s wondeful Driftwood webcam on my pc at home and love seeing the most spectacular sunrises and sunsets accross the ocean. I have written before of my love of the raw power of the ocean, it is amazing how simple water can reek such destruction on things like steel and concrete. My path may be long, it sure feels it, but like the ocean I wont be stopped and I will achieve my aims. I look forward to joining in the grumbling voices when ferries break down soon. I look even more forward to welcoming friends from the ferry into my pub, its only a matter of time. Thank you as always for your support.
Today I would also like to share a couple of tips from a hotel dweller. The first relates to finding an unclean cup or glass, do you leave it and use another? No the thing to do is to leave some dregs from your drink in the errant recepticle, this ensures that it is replaced without the awkwardness of a complaint. Tip number two relates to the same subject, a seasoned hotel dweller will never use a cup without a hot water rinse. If a hotel maid has no reason to dislike you they are likely to use a towel or washcloth to clean your cups, if they dont like you……. Don’t beleive me then smell the cup next time you check in.