Today we went to the job to move to a slip a little further away from the entry gate, to be more secure. As pyr8queen, Blink-the-miraculously-unwounded and I walked up, I joked "Wouldn't it be funny if the jib were back?" She stopped dead in her tracks and I bumped into her back like something out of a Scooby Doo episode. She was just staring at the boat.
Lo and behold - the jib was back. Removing the thing is not an easy operation, but putting it back up is even less so. And it was furled up on the furler, with the lines re-rigged and coiled down, shipshape and Bristol-fashion.
Weirdest goddamn thing.