Solution found for a stranded halyard.

​Yesterday found me at the Club a little before they opened at 9:00. Once showered up headed down the to a little cafe that had been tried a few times yet never found to be open. They were yesterday morning. Thinking it a little cafe with outside tables, it was a surprise to find that they had a nice little dinning room spread through a couple of rooms of the historic house.

Once filled on a traditional bacon and eggs over easy breakfast it was back to Makina and the rest of the day was filled with my favorite activities of gaming, napping and snacking.

This morning was much the same. Thought to return to the Beandock Cafe to explore their menu further. Their cheese omelet was to die for.

There was some guilt when encountering Mr. Stevens in Port Medway that the Lunenburg Museum had not been visited by me. It is not my thing really. It may have meant that Mr. Stevens' Grandfather would have been known to me. So in that spirit a visit to the Shelburne Museum was made after breakfast.

It is wild to think that a town of approximately 2000 citizens had once been as large as 12,000 people a couple of centuries ago. Thankfully they have upgraded their Fire Department since then. In 1784 they were using the cart below. 🤨

It was a lovely day and likely to be a scorcher. One thing in the back of my mind was a solution for the mainsail's halyard which was now at the top of the mast. Thought to strike out for Shelburne Diesel which was out near the Shipyards marked by the number 7 in the map below.

It turned out to be a good walk encompassing about 80 minutes there and back.

Passed a sign that might have been of interest to Hive account@davedickeyyall.

It impressed me that this small town had its own hospital!

Talked with Steve at Shelburne Diesel and he said they could get the halyard down with a cherry picker like crane that they had on their wharf should Makina be brought round. Took his card to give him a call when my new crew arrives.

It was then the long walk back to the Club and out to Makina; arriving just at Nap Time!

Thought to get this log entry off before today's long walk demands a snoozin.

One whacky thing that must be shared is a text from the previous owner of Makina. He said he has a sister living in southern Nova Scotia and she spotted a boat that looked eerily like Makina at anchor in Port Medway. She sent him a photo.

What are the chances! Doubly crazy is that exact moment is in my memory when turning on the anchor light at the top of the mast at sunset. 🙃