The Commodore has been stalking the Ardrossan boatyard photographing Serpent yachts in the process of being fettled. In so doing he has managed to avoid featuring himself but he supplies a picture of his pristine deck sporting a considerable quantity of tubular steel.
Being a luxurious craft, Pondskater is to be found in the comfort of the shed but Martin was not to be seen.
Ataraxia has almost enough holes to fill the Albert Hall and here Steve displays an array of the new seacocks to fit in them.
Things were getting a bit fraught beneath Troikka while the owner struggled with acres of flaking antifouling, not particularly appreciating the witty encouragement of the Commodore.
Any more fitting out snaps welcome. The messier the better.