Well, I have reached the end of the week still intact, I can now hone a plane or chisel to a razor's edge, get a fairly close approximation of square on the sides of a piece of timber and have succeeded in constructing both feathered and plain scarph joints, (the coming week is the big one, plain scarph with hook!) Up until now there has been the latitude to 'adjust' these joints, this however has to fit first time or it is back to another piece of timber; it could be a long week! (I appear to be producing an awful lot of guinea pig bedding at the moment, but practice makes perfect.)
The Academy breakfast is a dieticians nightmare, consisting of fried bacon, fried mushrooms, fried sausages, and a fried egg, packaged between two slices of thick buttered bread; the real aficionados' dip the bread into the frying pan. I have resisted the temptation so far and bought myself some shreddies and dried fruit.
Lyme Regis is an attractive town, but not a lot happens other than in the Pubs which given that it is Lent means I am drinking a lot of lemonade. Hopefully once we get the Academy boat in the water we will be able to go fishing evenings, we have an inexhaustible supply of good oak sawdust and so the plan is to build a smoker and smoke our own mackerel.
Next adventure is to start nosing around second hand shops for tools, apparently there are lots of bargains to be had once you know what you are looking for. (I can now bore for Britain on makes of plane!)
The accommodation is great, about the size of single bedroom and furnished with ex-married quarters furniture, it is just like being in a wardroom. The hot water tap screams like a banshee when you open it and then hammers like a demented Steel Drum Band as you turn it off. Given the thickness of the walls it is 'one up all up'. The compensation is that I look out over the boat park and towards the cliffs, so a very pleasant location 25 metres from the beach and 15 metres and 2 flights of stairs from the workshop.
Apparently it can be spelt scarf or scarph...
