Written Dec 4, 2015
St. David’s Bay, Grenada Marine
Waking up aboard Cedar, now moored in St. David’s Bay, is like seeing an old friend again. She rocks and she rolls, you know she’s a bit wet, always has been, but it’s so great to be with her again.
It’s hard to describe.
We’ve been living and sleeping aboard, in the boatyard, for the past 10 days; but a boat on the hard is not a natural thing. It’s awkward. The shape is wrong. The lines are all off (not to mention the air flow). The structure makes no sense — a ladder climbs from the ground up to a cockpit with companion-way stairs that lead back down to a salon, galley, cabins, and toilets 6 feet off the ground that you can’t use.
But in the water, a boat comes alive. She suddenly makes sense. She’s made for the water, after all, and will move with the wind and the waves, and be your refuge, you home, your safe haven.
Hi Cedar. it’s great to be back!