Monday 19th May
Back to Fenny, from Slat Mill Lock, where we had been moored for the warmest of evenings opposite a cow field. Windows were out on the boat and side hatch open until dark - this is the best weather for boating.
There seemed to be a lot more traffic today - a bit of chaos at Broadmoor Lock just past Cropredy, when 4 boats were coming down and we had to re-open the lock and hold in, then as we were we off again another boat appeared around the bend. A little madness especially as the canal was narrowed by 2 boats abreast on the far bank. Hey ho, you never know what might happen, but it's all at slow-mo speed, so no panic.
Boat swept and mopped. Joints greased, diesel filled, outdoor seats stored away - all this takes a while. Shower drainage mended; more silicone than a breast implant and a larger screw (luckily not 4' long!) seem to do the trick. It's yet to be put to the major test of showers every evening for a month or two though.
So back to the real world again, an empty fridge at home because Dan has been holding the fort there and back to my poorly Mum, who has been bravely soldiering on despite ill health and a new complex drug regime which requires a great deal of concentration to know which size, colour and strength of pill to take and at which time of the day.
Back to Fenny, from Slat Mill Lock, where we had been moored for the warmest of evenings opposite a cow field. Windows were out on the boat and side hatch open until dark - this is the best weather for boating.
There seemed to be a lot more traffic today - a bit of chaos at Broadmoor Lock just past Cropredy, when 4 boats were coming down and we had to re-open the lock and hold in, then as we were we off again another boat appeared around the bend. A little madness especially as the canal was narrowed by 2 boats abreast on the far bank. Hey ho, you never know what might happen, but it's all at slow-mo speed, so no panic.
Boat swept and mopped. Joints greased, diesel filled, outdoor seats stored away - all this takes a while. Shower drainage mended; more silicone than a breast implant and a larger screw (luckily not 4' long!) seem to do the trick. It's yet to be put to the major test of showers every evening for a month or two though.
So back to the real world again, an empty fridge at home because Dan has been holding the fort there and back to my poorly Mum, who has been bravely soldiering on despite ill health and a new complex drug regime which requires a great deal of concentration to know which size, colour and strength of pill to take and at which time of the day.
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