MFV BF494 'Pansy', an old Motor Fifie Conversion

Blimey, we've now got a cathedral up front, ok, maybe a small chapel, alright a nice empty, dry cabin ready to converted into something useful. finally shifted the remaining, err ballast? Still don't know why each individual 10kg pig of iron was wrapped in 2 Tesco's carrier bags, they could have had 389 green clubcard points if they'd taken them back!

wonder if I'll get green clubcard points if I take these back?

What we inherited was this.

the previous conversion, obviously converted the forecabin to a skip!

the Caley fish box was a chain locker of sorts, and under and behind that, and the board it rested on, was a stack of scrap iron, just like the above.

so attacked it this afternoon with vigour (we'd ran out of flash and swarfega) and my back is telling me there I shifted 600tons at least. but out it all went and is now sat on deck awaiting, err... 'recycling', which might be a week or 2 before we take the boat to the err.... 'recycling centre'? (!)

but once emptied, its huge down there, I can proper stand up and everything without cracking me nut (the doctors assure me that the flat head I've developed might grow back) A cathedral as No 2 proclaimed as he sauntered up having escaped from that thing known as work

so here we go, the previously converted forecabin has now been unconverted ready for further conversion... maybe if we cut the roof off it would be a convertible?

the view back down Pansy to the saloon from the new 'cathedral'

looking good though, all the timbers are solid as a rock, right down to the hog, not bad for 70 years old, they certainly knew how to build them up that scotland. looks like the gas board forgot to fill that trench in properly though.

forgot to mention, we didn't lay the foundations for an inspection pit underneath Pansy, nor did we offer any improvements to the bottom of the marina or start laying a gravel drive from the berth to the river today either... just in case anyone was wondering

*All Aboard*

No. 2 here - after the power of the Presha Washa and the efforts of Conan the Libertarian I've been able to do what I do best recently. Flouncing around with a 2" paintbrush in my hand, stroking my chin and sitting down a lot. (the best thing about sorting the engine room a tad is there are many more opportunities for the sitting down) I've toshed a bit a bit of Danboline *Cheers Cuz* on here and there and haven't managed to blow anything up. The Skipper did have to stop me painting the engine room lights white though, made sense at the time! Did stretch myself though on account of moving about down there is like playing a game of twister inside a traction engine's thingmybob. At one stage I had my leg hanging over my shoulder with one hand above, the other steadying me from below and the spare texting my stockbroker. Just got home and have realised I've painted one of eyes as well.