MFV BF494 'Pansy', an old Motor Fifie Conversion

"shower tray drain pump" might of been a bit misleading, but the truth of it was finally revealed today. In a fit of pique, I ventured under the sink... the sink was leaking, well not so much leaking, but when you pulled the plug out, the water drained away, but mostly into the cupboard under the sink. So with the red mist rising, a 2lb mash hammer in one hand and a jemmy in the other, I, in the words of a haynes manual, "tapped gently to separate parts", yes we all know that Mr Haynes tells lies, nothing that needs 'tapping gently' will ever come apart with anything less than the full blood and fury of a man whose lost it completely. Needless to say the bottom of the cupboard under the sink was 'separated' from the rest of cupboard, and in several pieces too, and low and behold in all its stinking festering glory was, the true end of the road for the "shower train pump switch". A veritble curiosity crammed in a shoe box, ok a plastic box big enough to accomodate 2 small shoes.

the hose from the sink goes into the box at one end, and in the box is a float switch and a small bilge pump, the hose for which then dissapears behind another cupboard then out through a skin fitting. Interesting idea, and potentially very useful if you had a sink the size of a small shoe box, and would therefore never release more than a shoebox full of water into it, well maybe half a shoe box full as this one is already an inch full of of the sort of slime and detrious that is found at the bottom of a blocked U bend, a very fragrant nosegay indeed and a bit harsh on the stomach if it caught you wrong!

needless to say its gone the journey pending a far more practical arrangement for draining the sink, which is several shoeboxes large in size by the way.

whilst at it, a big chunk of the saloon floor got ripped up as well revealing more hoses or of unknown source, origin or use, we did discover though that one of them runs through to the f'ocsle, and provided a brief period of entertainment blowing down it and shouting orders to the other end "More Bovril No 2, and on the double" things of that order. Why is it there though?? answers on a postcard please.

One thing that has started to become more apparent though is that the majority of the fixtures and fittings in the saloon might end up going the journey as well, gut the whole place and start again, at least we'll know what other surprises old girl has in store for us