The old block

There's a lot of history just lying around on the benches down at the yard. I didn't have time to linger however: it was workparty day so it was all hands to paint our classy portacabins. Apparently there are visiting yachts from Helgoland arriving in a week or so, so we want to look, well, less like a car scrap yard. Besides, J&S have left their house and are living on the pontoon full time and need the showers.
After all that, I actually painted and puttied windows at home. At last, time to sit and sink a glass or two of some rather fine Pouilly-Fumé. Aye, nae pish at the Pensioner's household! Apart from his chat, of course.