So, here goes.
First and foremost, how many men does it take to put up a (temporary) post?
"Um..." |
OK. Next? Was it straight?
More or less.
Is it going to last?
No, it is, after all, only temporary.
"Er...?" |
How temporary?
Well, here's the definition:
tem·po·rar·y
/ˈtempəˌrerē/
Adjective
Lasting for only a limited period of time; not permanent: "a temporary job".Next gale?
Who knows. Probably.
"Hmmm..." |
Despite all the odds, and the presence of so many experts, civil engineers, piscatorial consultants, geologists, oil engineers, boat builders, men from the water board (and Donald), the post was finally erected; some wooden beam-like bits were laid across and what appears to be some sort of (temporary) lean-to has been built.
All in all then, a miracle.
"Ah!" |
And lastly, what the heck is it?
Well, it is a temporary structure, designed to shelter the commodore and his lady wife after being ferried ashore from their yacht in the event of inclemency of weather. It will also save the Loki lot making a cover for the skiff but mainly as an outdoor smoking lounge for all those members whose new year resolution was to take up smoking.
Oh, and for those who couldn't make it, the curry night on the 19th was a triumph of culinary skills over digestive systems. Most of the members are out of danger and Raigmore will be releasing them any day now.