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Monday 10 July.

Carl and his pal Wilbur spent the best part of today prone before the Great God of Red Engines - trying to get the beast to start. It appears, as with most things, it is a matter of timing - and eventually to J and J's pocket's delight, they succeeded. So - no new engine, at vast expense and time.

We have a little mosey out of Long Pond and into the Bay, and barring some blue smoke, all seems well. I am reassured, especially as Carl (who calls me 'child' tee hee) is happy with things.

We have yet another final farewell drink and icecream with Alan and Laura, fill up with water and tomorrow ....