This is what keeps us going. It growls, rather than clanks, really. We paused because the tiller felt a bit clunky, which suggested some weeds tangled round the prop. The grey box is the prop access; you remove the gasket and plunge your arm into the stinking, greasy water while people ask you if you’re OK. Round the prop was a bit of weed and about 30 miles of fishing line which had probably been there since last summer. All clear now and heading in to explore Upwell. I have oil+stained fingers. This boat lark, it’s second nature to the son of an island race.