After hot endless summer days, October brings a new sense of urgency to the yard. Just as the nights pull in and the days become shorter, the phone rings constantly with customers making arrangements for lifts and winter storage. It’s time to organise the yard, make up new cradles, and prepare the ground for old friends coming home to winter quarters.
The travel hoist has had it’s annual service and is busy working on every tide, while both workshops have jobs that are nearly finished with other’s queuing to come in.
The time for long conversations on the river wall departed with last of the summer sun and the arrival of autumnal rains.
“And out floated Eeyore...looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air... from beneath the bridge. "It's Eeyore!" cried Roo, terribly excited. "Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. "I wondered." "I didn't know you were playing," said Roo. "I'm not," said Eeyore. "Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit. "I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak-tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right... "But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, "what can we--I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--" "Yes," said Eeyore. "One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh.” (AA Milne)
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