Sunday, 12 June 2011

Snake oil

or, not, it seems.

The diesel bug killer, Marine 16, had been in the tank for a week. Louise and I returned to Ishtar for the acid test. We'd remove the inspection plate at the top of the diesel tank and see whether the treatment had indeed broken down all of the slime produced by the diesel bug as well as killing the bug itself, as claimed in the literature. I was highly sceptical, and, indeed, had pumps and spare jerry cans at the ready, for the inevitable draining of the tank.

After around 20 minutes scraping at the bottom of the tank, and transferring the findings and other tank contents to a clear plastic bottle, the biggest lump of slime we could find was, in Louise's own words 'about the size of a quarter of a full stop'. As unlikely as it had seemed, the treatment had killed the bug AND removed all the slime. Cool.

Louise refitted all the pipes and we retired to The Griffin for a beer with Dave, from Mar y Sol. 

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A chilly evening, but we were very happy with the day's result, all told.

The forecast for Sunday was awful, heavy rain and force 6-7 SE winds, with a possible gale. We decided not to stay. Louise took Tigger ashore, passing a friend's trimaran, Gem

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and one or two other fine vessels



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She then fitted the spray dodgers she'd expertly made, and they looked lovely

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Before we left the boat. We spent the afternoon visiting friends, before returning to Neyland to stay with our friend Tom. The following day saw the promised heavy rain and strong winds, so I think we'd made the right choice. Tom had an idea for a walk

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I'm not at liberty to say exactly what two grown men with a combined age over 110 were doing hanging off cliffs in a Pembrokeshire gale, but it would have likely made a good episode of 'last of the summer wine'.

Good fun. Hopefully that's the last of the diesel bug.