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WEEK 38 2011
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soon found that it was vital to soak the thongs in sea water
beforehand, stretch them, and then tie the lashings while the leather
was still wet. Otherwise the thongs did not grip. Unfortunately, tying
knots in slippery wet thongs was like joining two snakes. The thongs
simply slid apart. One hilarious Sunday morning I was testing a new
type of knot in the garage, and had tied the thong to a ring built in
the floor. I was heaving away with all my might, when suddenly the
thong slipped, and I went hurtling backward out of the garage door onto
the pavement. There I tripped and fell flat on my back waving a wet
thong in the air, right in the path of the village congregation back
from church. "That's what education does for you," someone muttered. |
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far the worst were the dehydrated items which promptly soaked up water,
swelled and burst, leaving a putrid mess. Only the tinned items
survived, and because we had not had time to varnish them over, labels
had been washed off, so we had a guessing game for a hunters casserole. |
Our
diet, too, had been altered. After the previous season's trouble with
the dehydrated foods ruined by sea water leakage, I had decided to
revert to a more medieval diet. We discarded the bulk of the dehydrated
stores, and in its place loaded smoked sausage, smoked beef, and salt
pork which a Polish meat curer had prepared specially for me in London
over the winter, together with a large supply of hazelnuts, oat cereal,
and a splendid truckle of cheddar cheese. These were the foods the
Irish monks would have eaten a, and I decided to take them too, not for
authenticity, but simply because they were the best food for the job.
Oat cereal was what Trondur called "good work food" and the smoked and
salt meats were to meet every requirement of the voyage. We found it
did not matter if they were swamped by a wave or soaked by rain. |