Windows

Any fears I had previously entertained about having windows washed out at sea have been more or less dispelled from my mind by my experience today of removing the old Perspex panes. The strength of the (Sikaflex) sealant holding them in is astounding. Short of the all piercing influence of the sun, and my trusty knife and a good few layers of fine (and only recently re-grown) skin from my fingers, I can’t imagine anything getting past the stuff! While I hope dearly that I should never find myself testing this theory in earnest, I really am amazed by the strength of its bond. It has reaffirmed for me the value of the stuff in the right application, but reminds me also that when used for the wrong purpose, it can be a real nightmare. I’ll make sure I keep this in mind as I refit.

I’m looking forward to my new windows. For years my view has been reminiscent of Turner and his sunrises; inspiring certainly, and an everyday reminder of the greatness of the man, but a hindrance when spying on one’s neighbours. Bob Young, from “Mad Hatter” (a 25’ Top Hat, what a great name) has already commented on the clarity of my windows (what do you use to get them that clean?), and that’s even before the new panes have gone in. I can only guess at how good they’ll be once I’ve finished!