Two years ago today ‘Gleda’ saw the light of day for the first time.
After a day of torrential rain, her hulls were manoeuvred out of the barn in which they’d been built, and put down in a muddy farmyard ready for her journey to the sea 300 miles away.
It was a stressful, momentous day. It was the end of a long long chapter. The empty build barn looked very strange.
Manor Farm had been like a second home for eight years. I’d probably spent as much time there as I had at home in bed.
Richard, Jane, Charlie, Malc, and of course Barney the dog, had become friends. They all helped me more than I can say.
Neither Richard or I could have known what was to come when he agreed to rent me that barn back in the Summer of 2006.
Without his kindness and generosity over all those years ‘Gleda’ might never have been finished. I’ll not forget that.
A few days later the wagons were loaded and we headed South. Gone, but hopefully not forgotten.
So tonight, as Gail and I sit aboard ‘Gleda’ in this beautiful Portuguese harbour, we’ll raise a glass of Vinho Tinto and make a toast.
“To Manor Farm barn and all the Prescott gang…. Cheers”.