I wish I hadn’t written that, but it is too late to take it back. Gilt rang today to tell me that he would not be back for the Gathering. The reason is sad for him and his mother as it is clear now that his father will not recover. I try to feel for his sadness, but all I can think of is how much I do not want to continue in this job. But what else can I do? The job has to be done and I am here doing it.

The trouble is the Gathering. Marking time, keeping things ticking over for six weeks was one thing, but planning for and organising the Gathering is something else again. It is three months away, but I don’t know where or how to begin. I suppose I have always taken it for granted, not thinking that someone had to have organised the welcome breakfast, the celebrations, the provision of goods and services, the apprentice classes. Now it seems to be my job and I don’t feel at all qualified.

I went over and saw Fylan after I got the news. I had to tell someone. She gave me lunch, but more importantly she reminded me again that Teg had been Harbour Master in his time and brought him into the kitchen to talk. He suggested I ask Jik for help, since he got me into this and he too has been Harbour Master, but I don’t want to do that. I suppose it is pride really. I never like to admit that there is anything I can’t do.

Teg did make a suggestion that appeals to me though. He advised me to think back over my experience of Gatherings and Harbour Masters and write down the good things I remember and the less good and see what I might be able to contribute to the position.

Another week over. I feel a bit as if I’m in prison I miss the water road so much. Hopefully I am restricting my complaints to my journal however as I know that Jik and Fylan only want the best for me. If I’m really honest with myself I also know that I am still not fit enough for boating.

This week passed much like the last. I’m a bit more familiar and so a bit quicker with the daily tasks which has given me some time to think and to poke around in the filing cabinets  and cupboards in the hope of getting a better idea of the extent of the job.

Kel has rung a couple of times wanting to know how I am. It seems a bit odd to talk to him on the telephone instead of mind to mind. I prefer that, it is closer somehow, but the telephone allows more detail and that is what Kel wants at the moment. I know finding me like that was a big shock for him. I’m so grateful he came so quickly.

Fylan continues to spoil me, cooking my supper and bringing me lunch to the office. I’d go over to the house for it but Blin continues to needle me, calling me Harbour Master in most sarcastic tones whenever I appear. It’s a shame because Teg is very supportive, he was Harbour Master about twenty five years ago and is quite happy to answer my questions. I love the way his eyes twinkle with fun sometimes. Sula and Mieka are very gentle, though Sula is surprisingly clever at diverting Blin.

I really need a bit of exercise to get me out of this grumbly mood, but the weather has been foul and Fylan advises against it. I think she would actually forbid it if she didn’t know how contrary that would make me.

Here it is, Friday night, and the end of my first week acting as Harbour Master. Only five more to go! I can’t wait to be finished with it. Of course, since I can’t go boating and even working with my clay makes my ribs ache, I guess it is better to be doing something than nothing.

I’m expected to be in the office between nine and five, mostly for the telephone. I did know that, having had occasion to ring the Harbour in the past. Not that I have had very many callers, only a couple of people inquiring as to whether we might want to sell the land. Answering them was not difficult.

Jik rang yesterday, wanting to know how I was getting on. He has been Harbour Master and he knows me so he ought to understand just how uncongenial the job is.

The first thing I do when I get to the office is put on the heater. The administration building is bitterly cold and even with the door shut the office takes a while to warm up. I don’t think I’ve taken my coat off before ten o’clock any morning this week. Then I go along to the front door to see whether the post has arrived. It usually comes before I get here but Wednesday we had snow and that held things up a bit.

Dealing with the mail takes most of the morning since everything is new and I need to think about what needs to be done. I write cheques, Jik and Gilt arranged for me to be a signatory to the bank account, and enter expenditure in the account book. It all seems to be going out, the money, I can’t see where any comes in, but perhaps it doesn’t matter. Gilt can deal with that when he gets back. I’m really just keeping things ticking over.

Today I allowed Jik to persuade me to agree to the request Gilt made of me to substitute for him and do the job of Harbour Master for six weeks while he goes north to help his mother care for his sick father. I don’t feel at all qualified for the job but since I’m not allowed to go boating and Gilt has a real need, it would be churlish to refuse.

Actually I think he and Jik cooked up the idea between them when the doctors told me that my ribs and my collar bone would need six weeks recovery time. I don’t want to believe it, but I do still ache when I laugh or cough and I can’t wear my back pack and I can see that working a windlass might not be wise.

This morning Gilt gave me a brief overview of the work I would need to do. Me, in an office! I can’t help feeling inadequate as well as resentful that I have been put in this position. I’ve decided not to move into the Harbour Master’s flat. Day Bringer is my home. It’s where I belong. At least Jik supported me in that and has spent time today organising bags of coal and emptying the toilet so I won’t have any heavy lifting to do for a few weeks at least.

Fylan would like me to stay in the house a bit longer so she can check on me, but Blin would drive me crazy he is so obsessed with me and I think she understands that. She has promised to feed me though, at least for the first weeks while I’m finding my feet in the job.

Tomorrow morning I’ll be in the office on my own, nine o’clock until five. I can’t help wondering what I have let myself in for.