But before I could get on with the items on my list I had to do something about my bench. It’s been looking decidedly lame for sometime now, Onawind Blue is just too big a girl for those child’s tricycle wheels. They have bent in such a way that, rather then turn, they just drag along the ground ploughing furrows in the lawn. But the lameness hasn’t been so much of a problem as the height. With the boat on the bench I had to climb onto the workmate to access the interior, either that or get her off the bench and onto the ground. One afternoon shuffling around over the wet grass on my knees was enough for me to realise that it wasn’t the most convenient working position.
So I chopped
The low rider bench goes like a dream and I shall almost certainly be taking Onawind Blue further a field, partly to let the lawn recover but mainly because I can.
I feel rather bad for Unhygenix though. He loved that bench. He has never really seen beyond the bench to the fact that I am building a boat and when he comes round he’d always rather talk about ‘la mesa’ than the work of art that 'the table' supports. When I told him that the bench was only a means to an end and would be chopped up to fuel the launch party barbeque he was horrified. He thought it would be excellent for summer aperitifs or large paellas and the fact that one person could wheel it from one garden to another—from one large lunch engagement to another—thrilled him, so in a weak moment I said that when I had finished he could have it. I don’t think he’ll be best pleased with the chopped version unless he wants a large mobile coffee table—or unless he’s planning on serving authentic Japanese cuisine, which somehow I doubt.
Looking back through yesterday’s list I realise that there’s vocabulary that might not be that familiar. I apologise if it’s bemusing, try this link which is where I went when I still thought a bumpkin was just a simple rustic.