|Corrosion on the hull, or perhaps the skipper's breeches after an unnerving blow.|
The labour involved is, however, in fact true. We knew it going in. Steel does require attention. It is also true, conversely, that if you are fairly fastidious and observant about such things, your steel boat will last many decades with only weekly or "as needed" sand-and-paint touch-ups that equal the equivalent area of, say, one's toenails.
If one paints one's toenails, of course. I'm told crossing the Equator may involve similar Neptunian revels.
Generally, however, there are treatments and techniques, along with observational habits, and a sense of the most effective remediation techniques.
|Still about the best, in my opinion, go-to guide for the likes of us.|
|Steel boats and the true meaning of sacrifice.|
For us, such a force was wooden. elderly, tilted and fruit-bearing.
|Still, alas, bearing fruit whilst creeping at 0.000001 knots on a SE heading.|
I suspected, given its rather close proximity to our house, that its too-close-for-comfort rootedness was probably the result of some VIctorian pip-spitting that missed the midden I found digging beneath the back door. I also suspected, despite the fact that we had already amputated a part of it ten years back in hopes of reducing its tendency to cant over our breakfasting room, that we might come to a day of reckoning with Very Large, but my wife adored its crookbacked stature, cock-eyed bearing and its ample shade. I felt less happy about its role in allowing raccoons and squirrels to frolic on our roof, but was, until the epic rains of last month, overruled.
|From certain angles, it looked OK, despite a narrow space between eave and bough|
|OK, this shot shows the angle of reduction: That's a hell of a heel for a massive tree.|
Not to mention legal action. Nothing spoils a good sail like a lawsuit, I gather from my American friends.
|A liability we could not afford, unfortunately.|
|The upstairs gets a radically broader southern exposure.|
|The pile of firewood behind this arborist is from the previous woody mutilation.|
|Some see sadness. I see about a hundred unique side table tops.|
|Like the bottom three drawers of this, but sized for Admiralty charts. I have a place already picked out in the pilothouse.|
And so a "house" thing and boat things may eventually overlap. Showing that necessary, if somewhat sad, maintenance of this sort needn't be all about destruction...we've saved not just the wood, but a handful of cherry pips from its final fruiting. And the breakfast room is now ridiculously bright.