Landlocked No More
I’m utterly shattered, I can’t write much. It’s somehow fitting that just like the rest of this project the long awaited final transition from land to water arrived unplanned and unexpectedly.
I’ll give you all the details as soon as I can but late this afternoon ‘Gleda’ was craned out of the yard and into the basin here at Weir Quay. It was low tide and the basin is filled with mud and river debris, it’s not glamorous but neither is it dry land. I’m typing this at 9.15pm, high water is less than an hour away. Through the saloon portlight I can see only water. The tides are decreasing as we’ve passed Springs, ‘Gleda’ may not float tonight and if she doesn’t it’ll be a few weeks before she does. I don’t care, no more wagons, no more cranes, no more boat lifts, with Mother Natures help she can make her own way from here.
There were some tears shed this afternoon, it’s been a long long haul, but we’ve made it, there’s no stopping us now, this is just the beginning.
Sleep well all, I know I will.