And rain appeared, the whole day, small drizzle clouds, sun so we had to lower the blinds, very short hard burst, dry, a 30 second drizzle. Deb read and lounged below, while I tackled the 220V fuse box. One problem was the fact that I wanted both the diesel heating and the electric heat be able to turned on and off by a switch, brought some extra work with installing conduit and pulling cables. And I made the mistake of thinking the switches should be with the main switch panel on the steering console. But installing these next to the fuse box, greatly made things easier. I just had to run the hot line to the switches, then the 2 black (schakel lijn) back to the fuse box and directly out with the yellow/green (earth) and the blue (null) to the engine room.
Later Ron came, because the hot water was not producing, after a minute or so looking around he saw that the plug for the circulation pump was not fully in. Once he did so the heat came on, we had unlimited hot water ( limited by the fresh water tank). The radiators became blazing hot, so I had Ron show me how to turn the water temperature down from 90C to 60 C . ( push black button and turn ). We can put it up higher when it really gets cold.
Feeling the radiotors, we found some cold spots, which means the air has to be evacuated . (ontluchten), so I am waiting for a correct key from Ron. It could mean we have to swap the temperature setting and the air vent when he puts anti freeze in the radiators, before it gets cold.
The hot air unit also started giving heat, and it was very quiet.
Unfortunately even with the temperature turned down the radiators and and hot air unit kept giving off heat, so I just switched all off and will wait for Ron again.
Then we needed a break plus grocery shopping, but can we do grocery shopping without a good pint of beer ?…..NO…so we first stopped at the little square, ordered beer and bitterballen.
It was funny on the terrace, a crow kept walking around, jumping from table to table and chair to chair as if he was either the owner, or the manager, picking up bits and pieces. He did not wanted to be photographed. ( must have something in his past he does not want us to know about )
After unloading the groceries we drove to Uitgeest to meet with Daniel, and to have Deb look at the new pilot house. Oving1 was moored in the middle of the Alkmaarder plassen and as soon as Daniel saw us he picked us up with Oving1. While he was underway, some kids kicked too hard and their ball went into the water. The wind was blowing it away from them, but there came BIG old Oving1 and Danile maneuvered Oving1 back and forth until he pushed the ball closer to shore and he could pick up the ball. He dropped his spud poles and was set.