life under canvas (or something like it); strikes unreadable
modern Technology sometimes confuses me, but I think I have finally figured out how to work this strange device digital camera. And I knew just how to break it in.
I may have been going on for a fair amount to some of you about the Indefatigable - and now at last, I am able to share some pictures of what the old girl looks like.
I would recognise that profile anywhere.
This is what greeted me down at the marina, as soon as I had gotten over that rather unfortunate episode of being a snotty nosed midshipman again. And needless to say, I was rather thrilled with the sight.
Here she is, moored at the dock. Not quite ready for a sea voyage just yet, but we are working on that one.
The view from her stern. I always did admire those carvings. Though not so much when you are hanging off a hastily crafted chair, trying to give the paint a bit of a touching up. I had yellow hands for a while after that.
I've only just started restoring the interiors. This used to be the Captain's cabin, which I have furnished a little using some spares from the apartment in town.
[ooc note: I didn't take any of these photos, sadly; they were found at various places on the web using my amazing google-fu.]
Private to Moira
Moira, I would like to ask you a favour, if I could.
You know the two young men from the Valentine's Day dance - Lee and Zak?
Would you happen to know the address of either of their places of residence?
Private to 'Hornblower'
(aka Crowley, though Pellew doesn't know that)
How has the town been treating you so far? Found a place to stay yet?
I may have been going on for a fair amount to some of you about the Indefatigable - and now at last, I am able to share some pictures of what the old girl looks like.
I would recognise that profile anywhere.
This is what greeted me down at the marina, as soon as I had gotten over that rather unfortunate episode of being a snotty nosed midshipman again. And needless to say, I was rather thrilled with the sight.
Here she is, moored at the dock. Not quite ready for a sea voyage just yet, but we are working on that one.
The view from her stern. I always did admire those carvings. Though not so much when you are hanging off a hastily crafted chair, trying to give the paint a bit of a touching up. I had yellow hands for a while after that.
I've only just started restoring the interiors. This used to be the Captain's cabin, which I have furnished a little using some spares from the apartment in town.
[ooc note: I didn't take any of these photos, sadly; they were found at various places on the web using my amazing google-fu.]
Private to Moira
Moira, I would like to ask you a favour, if I could.
You know the two young men from the Valentine's Day dance - Lee and Zak?
Would you happen to know the address of either of their places of residence?
Private to 'Hornblower'
(aka Crowley, though Pellew doesn't know that)
How has the town been treating you so far? Found a place to stay yet?