Narnia

I have mentioned Narnia a bit on this blog.

It’s a magical land that absorbs stuff.  There’s no telling what sort of amazing life our tools are having.  I like to imagine that Prince Multi-Tool and Princess Wire Brush, along with their trusty steed Ospho, are doing battle with Evil Witch Rust.  No, actually, that’s a bunch of crap.

Narnia is a handy name to call the somewhat cavernous space behind the head and next to our bed (separated by a wall, of course).  It was a space originally intended as a sail locker but now it is stuffed with tools.  One needs tools when living on a boat, you know.

Here’s how it looks when it’s cleaned out-ish.

Narnia leads to the Hell Hole.  So called because it contains the hellish remains of a generator. And our hydraulic steering, the cut wires of our rigging lighting, the propane line to our stove (that we made safe with no fittings inside the boat) and some other stuff.  (It’s obvious my Better Half does not write this blog.  He knows where everything is with encyclopedic precision and has told me what is in the Hell Hole; I’ve just forgotten.)

Have I been in the Hell Hole?  I have put my head in there and looked around.  It is not a space for two people and I do not have the first clue as to what I’m looking at.

You can see the Hell Hole in the top sail plan.  It starts at the end of Narnia and runs along the back of the boat.  Obviously, we have a lot of storage.