Toilet door

We had a day of really rough conditions which ripped the toilet door apart when a violent wave slammed into Teddy. The bi-folding door was made up of two heavy, solid wood panels with hinges holding them together.

Broken door on dinning table


Unfortunately the view from and to the toilet bowl is panoramic. The toilet is at the bow of the boat with direct view all the way to the stern and vice versa.
View from stern to toilet


View from toilet's cockpit



We dealt with the delicate situation as best we could until we arrive in Iceland and was able to borrow tools from Nick's fisherman friend, Jon, to fix it. Jon goes offshore fishing alone on his fishing boat and can catch up to 2.6 tonnes of cod in a day.
Using the bathroom at sea when in rough weather, behind closed door, is challenging enough without the added problem of not having a door at all. To be honest, I had my doubts if we could get it back to it's original condition, especially when I saw Nick using a saucer to prop the broken parts at right angle to the rest of the solid wood panel.

The perfect tool for the job


I should've more faith in the ex-carpenter turned doctor. He knew exactly what he was doing and I was simply ignorant. An hour later I saw the door drying on deck. I was still not convinced.

Looking more promising


The next day, after returning from doing the laundry, I found the door hung up on its hinges and the joins look superb! It works just as it's supposed to. Our modesty is restored for the next passage to Jan Mayen. Job well done Nick!!

Seamless joins, before varnishing



No more nightmares...



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