Rainy Day

They weren't kidding. It's bloody raining. It's not supposed to be raining yet. We have a miserable Sunday, me and the two yard guys, scraping and wire brushing in the tent, with a nasty red mud underfoot made of old bottom paint scrapings mixed with rivulets of rainwater. No one is happy and we make it a short day. I am worried about losing yard time to the bad weather; but we press on and the weather improves, allowing us to finish the next challenging phase (wire brushing the hull all over after the scraping is done) a day or so later.