Da plane, da plane…

Well actually we came over by boat this time. The trusty Landrover had been over on the mainland getting a new radiator while we ran around and attended school reunions and weddings. So we loaded the Landrover up with more of our precious belongings, and set the alarm for a 4am start so that we could be at the ferry by 5am.

Alas, the weather was not on our side, and we arrived at 5am to find the ferry sailing had been cancelled. So it was off home to do the whole thing again the next day.

By Wednesday, the sea has calmed down somewhat, so we braved another 4am start and headed for the island. Not too rough, except for the bit out in the Colville Channel (3 metre swells), and we got to watch ”Batman – The Dark Knight” down in the movie lounge on the ferry. Great movie.

The past few days on Fantasy Island have been hectic. We’ve been to two dinner parties, and hosted a lunch. I’ve been working through our tax stuff in a frenzy (the penalty reminder letter from the Taxman has helped with providing motivation), and Peter has been fixing the septic tank pump (yay). I didn’t get to escape the stinky situation though – I was called down to repair a broken wire in the septic pump, while Peter pulled apart and then reassembled the bits. Yes, we would have called people in, but the plumber was busy till next week, and the septic tank truck man is off-island chasing some new romantic aquaintance. So we’d literally been in the sh#t if we’d waited for the professionals. Accordingly, we now have a whole new understanding of how our poo management system works!

Part of the newly concreted driveway

The new driveway is great. The trusty Landrover got to make the inaugural trip up the concrete, and now various nervous friends (nervous because of the steepness of our previous muddy drive) have scaled up the concrete in their cars and have given the new driveway their blessing. The problem is that we have only sealed half the driveway – the worst half. Now I want to seal the rest of it because I’m so impressed with the difference sealing has made – but that can be a job for later in the year (or maybe next year). There are too many other priorites that must be sorted first. Pleasing the Taxman is first on the list! Blah.