I spent the weekend aboard Granny Buttons at Streethay Wharf. Going nowhere, because the work on the engine isn't finished, but tidying up before I begin the big trip to London for Christmas.
Granny is moored up, stern-on in the covered engine bay, allowing the Streethay engineers to work on the engine. And what work has been needed! Ian showed me the broken 'bell housing' and the shattered drive plate; Ed showed me the worn engine mounts and the not-to-BSS-standard fuel hoses I've used all this time (fit for the job, but not official); and they both pointed out the myriad little jobs that needed doing - the stripped-thread nuts and loose manifolds, the new spill rail, the new water cooling hoses replacing the tired old ones, etc.
In my travels I've had a professional engineer look over the engine every autumn, but this doesn't appear to have been enough.
I spent Sunday morning wandering around Streethay Wharf, taking photos. I've rarely seen it looking so photogenic - helped by a late-autumn cloudless blue sky.
Streethay is a place I feel looks after me well - although I'm always tentative about receiving the bill. As with so many small businesses, they are loth to discuss the likely amount to expect in the final bil, and one only learns about it when it plops through the letterbox a week after I leave.
I feel relaxed with Ray, but perhaps that's because he's not bashful about speaking his mind. "Now look, you're a sad git, Andrew, but we put up with you because we think you'll learn!" was his parting shot to me on Sunday. I didn't know whether to feel flattered or humiliated. On balance, I decided to learn quietly from his wisdom and not tempt him to charge me for the private tuition!
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