Saturday 13 August
We'd been out in boats all week. Dave was skippering for a honeymoon couple, and Jim was supposed to be out in Tropi with his cousins. But Jim was held up in the UK at a funeral, and he asked me to take the cousins out. Richie came to help, as he'd done his Day Skipper in April and needed to put it into practice. We had a good week, in our own little flotilla with the honeymooners, us and a few other boats from Nisos. On the Thursday there was a storm, and we weathered a bumpy night on board. The next day we got a text message warning us of damage at Goat Bottom.
We were back in Nidri on Saturday, so I went up to take a look. The wind must've funnelled down through the little avenue of trees either side of the writing hut, and picked up all the cloth inside - I'd hung all the dark fabric I had to shade the computer screen from the sun at various times of day. I expect it acted like a sail, holding the wind and ripping the hut apart.
It was flat packed down the slope. Alison from the Winnebago had done a wonderful job of collecting papers and books and stacking them on the decking, so I didn't see it at it's worst.
That's my desk at the far side - on its back with its legs in the air!
Luckily Richie had decided to stay an extra week, and a friend, Izzy, had come to join him. So we put them to work rebuilding ... for the short time they were awake!
None of the wood had broken, mainly the screws were bent or snapped or ripped out, so we managed to reconstruct the hut fairly easily. The temporary roof hadn't survived, though. It was well down the slope with all its struts in pieces.
So it was time to call in the professionals - well, one of them anyway. Blind Bill, race crew and woodworker. Dave had a day skipper charter, so Bill and I got the basic frame of a hipped roof up.
Then, with Dave back, we put in ground anchors (Richie had hammered them in before he left) and wired the shed feet to hold them on the blocks.
And we finally did the cross-bracing I should've done long ago - it might have held the hut together - but I'd just wanted to get on and use the hut - and, of course, you never get storms in August!
We'd been out in boats all week. Dave was skippering for a honeymoon couple, and Jim was supposed to be out in Tropi with his cousins. But Jim was held up in the UK at a funeral, and he asked me to take the cousins out. Richie came to help, as he'd done his Day Skipper in April and needed to put it into practice. We had a good week, in our own little flotilla with the honeymooners, us and a few other boats from Nisos. On the Thursday there was a storm, and we weathered a bumpy night on board. The next day we got a text message warning us of damage at Goat Bottom.
We were back in Nidri on Saturday, so I went up to take a look. The wind must've funnelled down through the little avenue of trees either side of the writing hut, and picked up all the cloth inside - I'd hung all the dark fabric I had to shade the computer screen from the sun at various times of day. I expect it acted like a sail, holding the wind and ripping the hut apart.
It was flat packed down the slope. Alison from the Winnebago had done a wonderful job of collecting papers and books and stacking them on the decking, so I didn't see it at it's worst.That's my desk at the far side - on its back with its legs in the air!
Luckily Richie had decided to stay an extra week, and a friend, Izzy, had come to join him. So we put them to work rebuilding ... for the short time they were awake!
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