Friday morning saw me precariously balanced on the gunwale one hand grasping the handrail whilst I swished a soap laden sponge along Caxton's non-pontoon side. Himself was buried in the bowels of the engine compartment changing engine and gearbox oil. We were blessed with a windless day, an unusual occurrence here at Brinklow, so we backed out of our mooring for a leisurely pirouette in the marinas' open water before taking Caxton back in bow first this time. It was a quick application of canuba wax to the port flank - well as quick as you can cover sixty foot of steel - while being followed along the pontoon by Joe wielding an electric buffer. So that is Caxton all shiny again but more importantly the paintwork is protected a bit.
I then escaped with the dogs for a walk leaving Joe to black the scratches on the hull.