Drying Sails

It had been a long winter, and an even longer spring – with the Pandemic making molasses out of time.

With a beautiful forecast predicted for the week, Captain Moreland and Maggie recruited a small group of willing hands to participate in an afternoon work party.

It was one of those perfect spring days. Blue skies, wispy clouds, gentle puffs of wind, and a sun that warmed without burning.

Sails that had been stowed in the sole of the ship were hauled out, aired out, and with block and tackle -strength and determination – hoisted up to the 3rd floor of the warehouse and laid out.

It was heavy work, satisfying work, work that we had missed.

As we looked around the small team assembled, there was a realization that some of the crew had done this very work for the Picton Castle in their teens, early 20’s, late 20’s, early 30’s, and now late 30’s/early 40’s.

Decades of experience caring for this ship. Stories shared. Laughter. It felt good to be together again, even as we were being careful about maintaining as much safe distance as possible.

A ships work is never done, and there will be more afternoons like this to come over the next months- as we slowly get the ship ready for when the new crew can join us in Lunenburg.

She wants to feel the Tradewinds in her sails again.

Thank you so much for your help Michael, Finn, Erin, Magnus, Maddie, Danielle, and, of course, Dawson.