Abandon ship!

When your pirate-ship is under attack, in waters toward warmer climates and undiscovered treasures, by enemies and dangers you can’t even imagine – All Captains onboard will have to work as the perfect team we are in order to make it south. 

A normal sight onboard Harry Louella

A few days ago we were attacked by the gruesome Transition-monster about five nautical miles out from our current safe harbour. It came out of nowhere – probably as the natural result of our previous two sinkings last week in the harbour of Nynäshamn. We suddenly lost all power of the engine and had to rise the jib with what I would like to refer to as no-wind-whatsoever to sail ourselves into safe shore on an abandoned island.

After having been rescued for the third time on this amazing ship we got into Fyrudden harbour where we are currently located. After having checked and rechecked, gone through all of our scenarios we have collectively among the Captains given the order of abandon ship. Harry Louella is being towed from here to Gryts Varv in 24 hours where it will most likely be spending it’s time until someone in this world have the time to fix this relative simple problem, which we simply don’t have time for if we want to get south before winter arrives.

Dear reader, do not fear! We are not by any chance giving up. I must admit that we have kind of gotten of course the last few weeks and should by the plan have already entered the Kiel-kanal. But as the temperature is pushing for snow we are simply not taking any chances and have decided to skip a few chapters ahead head south on Friday morning. Check in at next post to see where our adventures has taken us!

Captain Jack

Rise the mast!

It’s storming again. I woke up this morning to strong winds stretching the ropes and hard rain drumming on deck. The plan of the day was actually to flush the teak-decks before giving it the first of many coats with varnish. Seems like nature took care of the washing and left for me to wait out the storm. Things are suddenly moving forward in a much more satisfying manner, it looks like we are actually getting out of Spillersboda before the snow arrives. 

The mast has found its place. We are getting there!

The rivers of water have stopped using our new pirate-ship as an amusement ride. When upon checking status this morning, it is my pleasure to announce that Harry Louella is close to completely sealed up! I did throw some sawdust into the water around the ship yesterday, and in combination with what’s coming up on three weeks of soaking have made some magic happen. One of the biggest challenges about buying this ship is overcome.

The next big challenge is of course the engine. We have had it started a couple of minutes, but not had it drive the propeller yet. Captain Simen have spent some time the last days making sure that at least one of our dieseltanks are clean and in working condition. He have hand-pumped out the rest of the old oil and changed all the filters. The electric systems seem to be working fine. We should be able to power our three batteries between a combination of two solar panels and a generator.


Yesterday we put FF Harry out for sale. It will sell to the highest bidder on blocket.se. Feel free to contact us if you are interested in bidding. We are also selling the old trailer that Harry Louella have been sitting on. These two things is what we have to get rid of, somehow, before we leave town.

The amazing FF Harry is for sale to the highest bidder!

Another magical thing happened last night. I had spent a few hours prepping the mast. It needed to be fitted with spreaders and to have installed a world-famous Windex wind direction indicator. When Hasse had finished his dinner he was ready to help us lifting the mast into place – and hurray! Our built-to-be a fishing boat, made over to be a motor-boat, is now ready to have it’s sails attached. This of course is impossible to do today due to the wind, but the mast is ready!

Hasse extended his crane to it fullest to make the magic happen.

This must be the most positive update on our fleet of ships in a long time. It feels great when things are moving forward in the right direction. As soon as the winds calm down – and the rain gives us a break, we’ll make a try on the sails and to varnish the deck. No one likes a grey teak-deck especially when it lets water sink through and fill up the boat. Our goal must be to have no water what so ever coming in unless we want it to. There’s no worries about bad weather when everything else blows in our direction.

Captain Jack




The waiting-game

Getting old wooden pirate-ships to float takes all the patience in the world – and at least a week. Lucky for us, there is plenty of work to be done around the ship. Time fly by even if we are desperate to get her sailing. Captain Simen has been working hard to make sure the engine and all the electric cabling is top-notch. I, myself, have mostly been taking care of the paint-jobs and necessary detail-tasks. 

Here is a before-picture, taken last time she was seaborne.

There’s a fine line to how much we want to put the ship in the water at once. Most important is to make sure the engine stays above water, which we have managed so far. At the moment we are mostly concerned about if the trailer can handle all the weight of a sinking ship at the back end. It would totally be best for all if we could get it further out as soon as possible. There is a chance that the whole trailer will brake.. Not good.

A friend we met earlier in Göta kanal came by today with 12 liters of engine oil. A perfect gift at the perfect time. 400 euro worth of oil is something we didn’t think of until today. It would be kind of stupid to continue on without changing oil. I thought diesel was expensive, but oil is way, way harder on our accounts. Thank you, Jan!

One handlebar painted.

If you also feel like helping out somehow, you are more than welcome. There isn’t really room for any more hands on deck at this time (we get several requests from aspiring pirates out there, but at this time it would just be more people waiting in the shipyard) But soon, good people. Soon soon soon… If you do however have spare cash, diesel, a GPS, echo sounder (or whatever it is called in english) or knowledge about wood, bedford-engines or this exact ship, feel free to contact us.

We wish we could be sailing right now. The wind and the sun is just perfect and even though tomorrow is supposed to bring rain – it would be an adventure to rise our sail for the first time. But first things first, let’s make the ship seaworthy. And on the positive side; we are not taking in as much water as last night.

Me looking into the camera with the ship in the background.

Yesterday, we had a visit from the people we bought the ship from. They brought beer all the way from Åland and a contract for us to sign. Great people that was really sad about letting the boat go before they even had the chance to try her out. But the fact is: it takes a lot of time, love and patience to get her back in the water. Something none of the tree previous owners had, one way or the other. We are getting there. I just hate the wait.

Captain Jack

The new pirate-ship

The fog is cold and wet, it makes getting up in the morning only bearable with hot coffee and the feel of the morning sun creeping over the top of the trees. Everything is damp and soggy – But there is no sleeping in for pirates that has to get their new ship ready for adventures. 

Morning sun.

It took us a couple of days to decide about the ship after arrival in Spillersboda. The town is quiet now that most of the summer-guests have gone back to Stockholm or wherever. But there is still a grocery-store, a hardware and woodshop, not to forget the shipyard we are currently located at. It took almost two days to go through the state of the vessel, but it is verified; the engine starts, the ship from 1957 is in good shape, it looks amazing – we bought it.

There is of course a maze of things to take care of even before we can get her on the water. The most important thing was that the engine would start and with a little help from Hasse, the man of the shipyard, we managed to put together the information needed for us to turn the key. None of us is actual mechanics, and there is a total mess of cables, pipes and stuff no one actually know why is there. The ship has been on land for the last 4 years. Lucky for us the people before us have been taking good care of it, and we remain very positive about getting her seaworthy. It looks like we might have to stay in Spillesboda for a couple of weeks to make it happen, but it’s totally worth it. The ship is beautiful!

Wrapped pirate ship.

This would not be possible without the help from all of you that have donated to our fundraiser. The new pirate-ship is still on a lease-contract, meaning that if you are able to help us out, there is still a chance! Every little krone, euro, dollar or whatever your country have decided is good enough for your people is very much appreciated. Please, don’t feel bad about donating to our ship-cause. It is already in our hands, but not fully paid for, and the actual fixing up of the ship shouldn’t cost much more than hard labor from the crew.

Under the tarp.

I should get going, there is way too much to do and I’ve already finished my coffee. First point of the agenda is to unwrap the rest of our new ship. I can’t wait to see the whole thing without wrapping – and to show all you good readers of the blog, and all contributors what we’ve got to work with in the future! I’ll make sure to update you all as soon as possible.

Captain Jack



Denne rapporten må regnes som et tillegg eller eventuelt en vidererapportering til den tidligere rapporten om Eventyreren Blake fra Dortmund, Tyskland. Mannskapet ombord det holistiske forskningsfartøyet FF Harry forsøker etter beste evne å gjenfortelle hendelsesforløpet fritt etter hukommelsen og i førsteperson. Også denne rapporten vil dessverre inneholde en rekke skrivefeil som ikke vil kunne påklages ettersom vi ikke har altfor god tid til å gå gjennom spontanrapporteringene våre. 

Etter møtet med piratene satte jeg kursen mot det jeg valgte å kalle for Nordvestpassasjen. Denne var en lang tarm som førte meg et stykke unna vannet som Svenskene kalte for Stora Le. Jeg følte meg straks alene igjen, men etter en dag med ville pirater var jeg mer en klar nok for å sette av sted på mitt livs reise. Jeg nølte derfor ikke med å kaste ut snøret og fulgte med på den lille røde plastduppen med falkeblikk. Ved hjelp av padlekartet mitt fant jeg utover kvelden frem til en liten øy som lå litt for seg selv akkurat der Nordvestpassasjen svingte rett østover. Øya så ut til å ligge helt for seg selv og det var ikke et menneske å se.

Jeg hadde selvfølgelig kjørt meg helt tom for energi, hadde glemt å spise og nesten ikke fått i meg vann. Derfor var jeg naturlig nok helt utslitt og møkka lei av å se på den forbanna duppen. Riktignok hadde piratene gitt meg et helt glass med agn, men det så ikke ut til at fisken fantes videre interessert. Av ren skjær utmattelse tok jeg meg til å skrike til noen store fugler som jeg var overbevist om at var kommet for å gjøre livet mitt til et helvete. Jeg huiet og ropte helt til det kom en hel rekke med tyske kanopadlere løpende fra den andre siden av øya. Jeg var altså ikke alene, men klarte å overbevise dem om at det var det som var planen min og til slutt fikk jeg jaget dem tilbake til sin side. Jeg roet meg til slutt, fikk i meg en matbit og kollapset til slutt i åpningen av teltet mitt.

Den neste dagen brukte jeg på å finne roen. Jeg gjorde meg selv opptatt med ting som å hente ved og matlaging. Det tar sinnsykt mye lengre tid å mekka mat når alt må gjøres i en enkel kjele over et gassbluss. Men det gjorde meg ingenting. Jeg begynte straks å kose meg i campen min mens jeg røykte et par jointer og utforsket den fascinerende Scandinaviske naturen. Og slik gikk egentlig den neste dagen eller to. Jeg hadde akkurat bestemt meg for å gi fiskestanga en siste sjanse før jeg knakk den over kneet og påkalte alle guder jeg visste om da det svære flotte piratskipet svingte inn i de trange sundet mellom øya mi og den andre som var fast tilholdssted for to svært bråkete måker.
– “Ohoi, bygutt!”

Jeg må innrømme at det var godt å se ekte mennesker igjen, ikke bare andre tyske kanopadlere. Piratene svingte elegant skuta inn mot øya og la til. Jeg ønsket dem hjertelig velkommen og lurte ikke engang på før lenge etterpå hvordan de klarte å spore meg opp, jeg burde visst at pirater alltid har full kontroll på hvem som ferdes i farevannene deres.
Stolt viste jeg dem rundt i campen min og et par av prosjektene mine. Det største var at jeg hadde brukt halve dagen på å sette sammen et seil med pinner og presenning. Det lå klart på bakken så jeg så ofte som muig kunne gå bort å se på det, og tenke meg hvordan det kom til å bli når jeg brukte det for første gang. Jeg hadde jo aldri seilt før.
– “Men hvorfor setter du ikke utpå med en gang?” Spurte han høye.
– “Hva mener du?” spurte jeg litt forfjamset.
– “Seilet er klart, vinden blåser, hvorfor er du ikke ute på vannet?”
Han hadde selvfølgelig helt rett. Jeg fikk hjelp av piratene til å bære seilet ned til kanoen og et par minutter senere padlet jeg ut med seilet som eneste bagasje.
Det tok meg et par minutter å skjønne at vinden piratene snakket om muligens ikke befant seg helt inne i vika, men ute på åpent farevann var det akkurat nok vind til at den fikk skikkelig tak og jeg kunne løfte opp konstruksjonen min og stolt sette seil for første gang i mitt liv.

Piratene applauderte meg. Men det begynte å bli sent og piratene ville gjerne bruke lyset fra månen på ferden sin sørover igjen. Men de dro ikke før de hadde invitert meg tilbake til campen deres på min egen ferd sørover.

To dager senere hadde jeg fremdeles ikke fått noen fisk. Derfor satte jeg kursen tilbake nedover Nordvestpassasjen igjen. Etter noen timer med hard padling var jeg tilbake i piratenes hemmelige bukt. Til min overraskelse hadde mannskapet doblet seg, to andre bypirater hadde mønstret på og nå fikk jeg beskjed om å bli med dem på tokt. Man sier ikke imot pirater, så jeg fulgte lydig orderen om å mønstre på for å plukke opp ytterligere ett mannskapsmedlem. Havnen lå et par timer nordover, og for meg var det først og fremst en flott mulighet til å se deler av dette Svenske vannet jeg ellers muligens aldri ville fått oppleve. I Tøcksfors mønstret sistemann på, vi fikk til og med muligheten til å gjøre noen enkle innkjøp før kompassnålen skiftet retning og vi durte avsted sydover. På veien tilbake ble det avgjort at vi skulle besøke West Bird Bay som er et bittelite samfunn hvor noe sånt som halvparten av husa er skole, kirke og menighetshus. Men på dette idylliske stedet var det også en ballbinge så hele crewet fikk muligheten til å freshe opp hockey og basketballegeneskapene sine før vi fortsatte.

Tilbake i piratcampen fikk jeg tildelt plass til å sette opp teltet mitt før en av piratene beordre meg til å gjøre klar kanoen. Vi skulle ut å fiske. Med garn denne gangen. De ville ikke ha noe av at jeg aldri skulle få oppleve å sløye en fisk. Derfor padlet vi avsted og ut i natten for å legge garn. Enda en ny opplevelse. Jeg sov tungt den natten.

Neste morgen var det bare å sette avsted for å hente garnet. Vi hadde et oppdrag om trekke garn og hente fisk, og det viste seg at jeg vant veddemålet. I garnet satt syv fisk i ymse størrelser. Etterpå hadde jeg et par timers prosjekt med å få fisken ut av garnet som så skulle strekkes og tørkes. Jeg var veldig forsiktig for jeg ville ikke skade fisken. Men på tross av at et par av de stakkars fiskene likevel kom ut av prosjektet som maltrakterte sardiner fikk jeg til slutt orden på sakene, det gjaldt visst å være litt bestemt i handlingene sine. Den laveste piraten tok seg av opplæringen min når det kom til sløying. Dette var en jobb jeg bådde hadde gruet og gledet meg til, men til slutt fikk jeg dreisen på det hele og ikke lenge etter lå fisken å freste i panna over bålet. Jeg hadde endelig sløyet min egne første fisk.

Mett og tilfreds ble vi beordret tilbake ombord på skuta. Jeg hadde pent bedt om å få noen timer fri for å gjøre litt flere oppdagelser. Det begynte tross alt å nærme seg slutten av min eventyrlige reise. Dette var ikke noe problem, for skuta måtte uansett seile hele veien nordover igjen for å sette av to medlemmer av crewet, men ikke før jeg hadde blitt med gjengen til et sted de kalte for The sacret place. Ingen andre en kapteiene visste hvor vi skulle og ingen turte spekulere.

Etter et par kilometers vandring var vi fremme. The sacred place var en gravplass for gamle biler, ikke fem eller ti, men flere hundre. Vi brukte god tid på å utforske området, det var en kjempeopplevelse, noe som passet mitt mekanikerhjerte godt. Piratene måtte videre og jeg ville fortsette utforskningen min, vi ville uansett se hverandre igjen i piratcampen sent samme kveld eller dagen etter.

Jeg satte avsted på egenhånd igjen, og selvfølgelig hadde jeg tatt med meg seilet mitt. Det ble egentlig til det jeg brukte resten av dagen min på. Jeg lot skog være skog og fant til slutt en bærekraftig løsning på hvordan man skulle holde seilet og samtidig manøvrere kanoen gjennom vannet. Litt ute av kurs kom jeg meg til å sette meg fast på et skjær og ble egentlig stående der i en times tid før det lot seg seile videre, men jeg unnskyldte meg med at det var mpå tide med en pause og trakk fort tilbake nødmeldingen sendt til piratene.

Neste morgen, var min siste fulle dag på reisen. Den ene av kapteinene beordret at det var på tide å vanne i åkerne. Derfor ble jeg med ut i skuta og over til andre siden av vannet hvor den ene åkeren lå. På vei tilbake fikk jeg plutselig et innfall. “Stopp!” ropte jeg ut og til min forundring lystret kapteinen.
– “Jeg skjønner du er klar for å døpes” gliste han. – “En ekte pirat skal døpes, ditt navn skal fra nå av være Blæik!” hørte jeg før jeg hoppet ut i det iskalde vannet.
Det var kanskje ikke det barskeste badet, men det var mitt første på hele reisen og samtidig kunne jeg nå dra hjem som en ekte sjørøver.

Avskjeden var like trist som den måtte være. Jeg ble nektet å padle selv, så piratene tauet kanoen min tilbake til Lennartsfors hvor dusinvis av nye kanopadlere stod klare for nye opplevelser. I det vi seilte inn i vika sang de andre piratene sjørøverviser mens jeg satt med en tåre i øyekroken. Jeg børstet dem fort vekk. En ekte pirat skulle ikke gråte foran mannskapet, likevel kom det et par tårer til når piratene dro fra kanonene og fyrte av en salutt så det dundret gjennom hele det vakre landskapet.

Blæik dro av sted, men som alt annet mannskap som mønstrer på ombord FF Harry er han hjertelig velkommen tilbake. Rapporteringen stanser naturlig nok også her. 

Jack Mikkel, FF Harry

We are sinking!

We are taking in water. This is really bad news. There has allways been some water, now there is too much to ignore. I was thinking we could wait a couple of days, maybe even weeks, before we took action. But at this speed that could turn fatal for spiders living on the lower decks. If my calculations are correct (and they usually are) we are increasingly taking in about 20 liters of water every hour. No human can make that kind of condensation. With a broken handpump and a very cheap bilge-pump, it’s getting critical. Now we just have to figure out where the frock this water is coming from. 

Searching the ship port to star, top to bottom. Yes, the wood is as old as the ship but there is only one small crack we can find and it’s well above water-level. also very bad news – Suggesting that one of us might have to go for a swim. We have ruled out leakage due to crash – we’ve been getting very good at not bumping into anything since we decided that FF Harry is a ship, not a boat.


One posibility is that due to the extreme heat the last couple of weeks; the wood has dried and shrunk a little just at or below the waterline. If this is the case, there is not really much we can do until we get Harry out of the water. We are painfully aware that he would like at least one new coat of whatever, but our original plan was to do this in about five months. Also, the sudden change of intake the last 24 hours speak the story of something more calumniatory.

Our working-theory is not about cracks or crashes. Harry might be old, but his engine even older. In our own euphoric state of getting back to nature there might have been a slight neglect in reading the whole 96 pages of user-manual (of which some parts are written by hand next to some very dark black and white photographs). To be honest, we have been oiling and taking care of the engine in almost every way, but it seems we have forgotten to grease up the system. We knew it had to be done, but not at the frequency listed in the manual.. The grease-cup should be turned every 5th engine hour, and the rest of the system greased every 25th. After about 75 hours. We have turned the grease-cup once.


If we are lucky, we haven’t broken or worn out anything just yet. Hopefully a good round of grease should take care of the whole sinking of our ship-problem. The parts needed is of course available if anything is broken. But getting them shipped to our floating location and paid for with our non-existant money, not to mention the whole mechanic proscess of figuring out which parts and how to replace them where – would be a lot more complicated to us than mending minor cracks.

This fight is not over. If you need a reminder – remember the title of this blog and then go share it with everyone! (Especially SABB-mechanics and rich people prone to donations).

Blubb blubb.

Surviving abnormal hot days

Data recording weather conditions in our current whereabouts this time of the year is clear; The temperature since arrival in this beautiful landscape of Sweden is, and will for the foreseeable future be, 10 degrees warmer than the average of the last 10 years. This, of course, is just the way we are heading. April of 2018 was the 400th month in a row on planet earth with record high temperatures – and the cat really hates it.

Simba finally standing still for a photograph

Lucky for him, most of the time – he’s a night hunter.  As soon as the sun disappears the temperature is cooling down to something somewhat more normal and I suppose more liveable for kitty-cats. Us, we are doing fine. Our camp nowadays gets some nice morning sun before whatever is left of trees from the beaver went to work, gives us shade all day long until the mild evening rays come along, bringing a couple of hours questionable heat before sunset.

Justin Beaver has been busy doing his birch-thing.

Days fly by. We have no idea how the cold months of last winter could move slower than global warming in the 80’s and now we’re a week away from June (and total collapse). But there are some upsides to all this good weather – The plants are thriving! Our newly pirate-planted fields of vegetables, greens and not to forget the herbs are getting ready to explode into a firework of fresh organic edibles. Maybe not just yet… But sooner than expected and despite the end of the world and all that – in the short run, this is perfect.

Harry’s engine is loving the fresh-water. The wood, not so much. There is no rush but within the end of this year, he would probably like very much to dry-dock just a little bit. He could use a fresh layer of paint, oil, and other liquids. It seems like the previous Captain has been taking care just as much as needed. But the ship is old, only three years away from turning forty – Much more than you can expect from modern cruise-liners.

There are tons of other people using the lake, which of course is wonderful! We’ve seen dozens of Germans doing their canoe-thing, families are starting to spruce up their cabins for a new (record-warm) season, the locals have launched their flat-bottom fishing-dinghies and we’ve met our first new friends on this journey; two brothers from France. The older one (65) a highly educated medicine man quit his job years ago to work within holistic medicine and the younger one (61) is doing a canoe-trip of northern Scandinavia to figure out whether he will stay in Europe or return to India where he had been living for the past 35 year-ish or so.

FF Harry resting after 3 hours of full sun

As you might’ve guessed. We’re back in Tøcksfors to divert some electricity. We are of course looking into other more wannabe-legal ways to charge our batteries, but we were powerless, broke and also we wanted to abduct some old tires to protect FF Harry from scratches back in camp. We’ll return to camp (and to have another amazing feast with our new French friends) tomorrow. Mission completed.

An all Norwegian boat

Moving onto a boat of 23 feet will never be an easy task when used to the comfort of showers, toilet, full kitchen, laundry-possibilities and so on. Just imagine trying to push all your belongings in a just a couple of boxes. then mashing these boxes down in the hull while making yourself believe that it should be as easy as THAT to get your stuff back up later.

Now – our boat was not that roomy when we got it. Especially on the inside. It soon became clear that we had to evolve this beast into something a little more of a mix between savage and comfortable. At the same time; more suitable for our ambition of living outside until King Winter or other climatic complications shut us down. More about our journey later, this post will be dedicated to our new home and proud ship – never before and soon to be christened – “FF HARRY”.

The Original

The boat was built in 1981, presumably on Onsøy, a peninsula and municipality that in 1968 merged with Fredrikstad. There is sadly little to no more information about the build or the builder. The materials used in the original is Norwegian wood wrapped around the iron engine-bars and aluminium top. We know that a large number of boats are built in Fredrikstad throughout time and therefore we credit our beautiful ship to the boat-builders from this part of the world.

The engine is a classic! I can’t find the exact year of this particular make, but was kicked to life by Damsgård Motorfabrikk  later named Sabb Motor established in Laksevåg, just outside Bergen in 1925. They first produced our engine in 1958. At the time; a four stroke 8 Hp, one cylinder diesel that later got upgraded to an 10 HP. They also made a bigger version; an 22 HP. Total make of the engines are about 20.000, and the makers are still in business! Even though the last engine at the factory was produced in 2001.

ORIGINAL PROTOTYPE, BEFORE THEY ADDED SERIAL NUMBERS – Picture from Wikipedia: Av self – Eget verk, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2575431

Necessary Mods

We had to make it our own. I can already smell the frustrated pirates lurking the marinas putting bad words to the new look of our proud ship. Understandable but luckily we are mostly carefree. The high culture of preserving the old and (must I say) awesome historical architecture of nautical wessels is very strong around the world. As should it be. Therefore we took our important steps not to damage the original structures while making our changes. Minus a couple of cuts and blisters it shouldn’t take more than about 45 minutes, two screws and some lifting to turn it back to it’s fainting glory.


First we wanted more indoor space, we also wanted the ability to stand up. The amazing feeling of sitting aft navigating the sunset is romantic but sometimes very cold. Especially at night, bad weather or dirty rain. Besides – with our new addition to the boat it would be nearly impossible to keep a free sight of the water. The steering had to be moved – or we could dramatically die in a crash with an amazing superyacht – blinded by or own creativity..

The engine works for now. The starter does however not. We have to manually start the machinery. The dynamo is out too, meaning we don’t really have any way to make electricity. Bummer. Our solution was to get another battery and eventually we will buy a charger. For now we have borrowed the one of our Mister Fixit neighbor. Then there was all the other equipment.. Safety-stuff, ropes, oil, paint, diesel, lamps, heater and… of course new curtains.

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The previous owner made a box inside. He was also nice enough to leave us with something to sleep on. The electrical control board and wiring was outdated and we needed at least one new bilge-pump. The originally installed hand-pump seemed to only work if somebody used it.. There was no installed lights except from the port and starboard lanterns. A couple of the wooden boards were rotten, but nothing serious. We removed one of the benches outside which in turn gave room for our new cockpit.

A couple of chairs from a dinner table-set, some more free materials and parts from the internet, countless trips to a diverse selection of shops and boutiques, a couple of rounds with beer and a little help with painting from friends – and voila! You’ve got our boat!


That was about what we have of story on “FF Harry” for now. We still have another full day of work on the boat. Then we’ll be free and happy go lucky! Depending on our ability to convince Simba, the cat, that boating can be a lot of fun.

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