Spiders Webs

While up in town for a couple of days getting a few more loose ends sorted (sadly not all done yet but 'getting there') my busy bloke declared he'd had enough and headed back to Mandurah by train. "Stuff to do!" was his war cry. Actually it's more like stuff to stow. Where will everything fit? I'm not done bringing stuff and he's VERY afraid - even though he at least knows it's not 50 pairs of shoes. Did he marry a centipede or the sister of Immelda he wonders?
In solitude, the bloke has been busy with a great surprise waiting for my approval. The spare ropes and spare cushion for that extra bunk (that theoretically could be created in the saloon) have been stowed in the stern cubby beneath the gas locker. Great work and a super use of a volume of space that although tricky to get at, is none the less like having a garden shed. All those ropes resting on the hull behind our bunk seem to be slightly muffling the hull slap at night. Now that has got to be a good thing. Yup; it's a Tick.
Better still, are the Spiders Webs. I'll include a photo ASAP but these ingenious installations extend the ledges we can stuff useful items like hats, caps, gloves and stubbie holders. Hard to believe that it's taken 5 years to think of it. Huge Tick from me. Just such a sneaky clever use of a bit of jelly rubber and webbing.
With all this fine work going on while I'm not around, I think I'll pop off to Brisvegas to visit the kids and give the bloke more opportunities to shine.
Speaking of 5 years, we have actually accumulated a bit of junk on board over these years so nothing is off limits now for inspection with a view to culling. Lockers and contents are being rationalised, rearranged, consolidated and inventoried  - only bloke-made spiders webs allowed on this boat!