"Don't get mad, get even", I was once told. Watch this space.
The lift out actually went very smoothly apart from a bit of difficulty getting the jib off in some gusty winds. We only realised it was a requirement that it was removed just before the lift, so it was a bit rushed. Got it down OK though. Regardless, my heart was in my throat for most of the time Isabella was in the hoists. Not sure why really. A knowledge of latent energy waiting to be unleashed should anything fail perhaps. It certainly felt very wrong standing underneath - so I only did it once.
Here's some pictures...
A night on the holding pontoon before our 8am lift
Isabella being walked to the hoist
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
LIFT OFF!
Positioning ready for washing
Just before being jetwashed
Slow journey to the cradle
Our telescopic ebay ladder
Our new view
A long way down!
My hopes of not having to re-anti-foul dashed - and some rust treatment needed too
