Gone Fishing - The Final Instalment

Every magnet and grappling hook on the moorings, countless Heath Robinson devices and endless lengths of chain and rope and piping has been used to get that damn door out of the river.  Throughout the winter the seekers and searchers have got cold and wet, drank copious of amounts of tea and coffee, exchanged volumes of theories about the whereabouts of the door and the plans for getting it out have ranged from the practical to the bizarre to the downright silly (usually after the imbibing of tea and coffee turned into imbibing something stronger).

There has been so many bottle tops dragged up by the magnets that it has been suggested that in years to come archaeologists dredging this stretch of river may decide they were our currency and that Queen Stella must have reigned here during the Carlsberg dynasty.  It’s all been to no avail, the door has stubbornly remained at the bottom of the river.  

The Professionals

The river has been up and down, the flow has been fast but now it’s levelled off and calmed down, so the professionals have arrived.  Two scuba divers are doing a search, locate and retrieve training exercise.

It's down there somewhere

They duly searched, located and retrieved!

 

Wet and dirty but back on dry land!

So me and my door are now happily re-united. As I type I can hear the melodious sound of metal been drilled and the pins being repaired and re-attached.  Soon the hinges will be welded back into place and the door will be back in its rightful home.

The only thing is I rather like the Perspex which is in place at the moment, it does make the boat a lot lighter. But maybe it’s best that I keep those thoughts to myself considering all the effort people have made to get my door back.