For a while in Birgu this afternoon I watched these chaps looking at a boat in a shed.The smell of paint and quiet banter was much in evidence and I'm sure that the two watchers were giving endless encouragement to the doer.
I spoke to the doer.
The boat is 100yrs old this summer and it's all original apart from the paint so he's removing all the paint from her intricately carved top plank to redo it as it should be and repainting the boat in the colours it was when he was a kid.
Wonderful.
I could've found a beer crate and sat there for hours, too. I'd have felt right at home and I think no one would have minded in the least.
Well, one may but she had long since walked right on by and she had the return tickets.
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