Dr Frankenstein shouted this as his monster twitched into life. Today the same happened with the Barge. She started first time and roared like a lion after fifteen years of hibernation. The hydraulics worked, the gearbox worked and the prop churned up the clear canal into a brown/black soup. The metal shuddered as the Barge breathed and shook itself from sleep. The canal to the estuary waits followed by the sea voyage to Plymouth. If she can make it into Plymouth then the Barge has the chance of a new life and to become a city landmark. LONG LIVE THE BARGE.