1st September
On Friday we moored in Kingston on the shopping bank and picked up some supplies, then moved over to the moorings on the quieter side of the river. We had a fantastic dinner at Mum's, one of two this weekend - she is still a star cook and never forgets the type of things you like. And would you like second, third, fourth helpings?!
On Saturday, we took her for a slightly windy trip up to Hampton Court, where we moored for lunch and the sun came out (just). A short trip but enjoyable and nice to do something different with Mum.
On Sunday, we took the car which was stored at Mums and drove to London to meet family and to wet the baby's head by having lunch at their local; a fabulous, grand unspoiled Victorian hostelry on Green Lanes. Pete is highly amused by my babylove as apparently I don't stop grinning from ear to ear and it is clear I am itching to hold him at every opportunity. As my sister commented on the phone from Oz, 'I can hear you smiling when you talk about him'. She knows just how it feels having two grandchildren of her own. He behaved impeccably of course on this his second visit to a pub, appearing transfixed by the bright windows and the red buses passing by. Good to see my mum with him again and to see Uncle Bro (Olly's name for Dan) as amused as his brother at the various expressions that come and go on a two week old baby's face! We are very impressed by the parents who are as relaxed and natural as can be - I am sure I wasn't with my own. Enough of the baby talk now, what a bore I can be.
The boat continues to provide all comforts and it was so nice to be Mum's neighbour for a while. Our chimney sweep brush gave up the ghost unfortunately and this is an important piece of equipment unless we want to get choked by backdraft. Short of finding an obliging hedgehog to use, Pete was forced to travel all the way to Uxbridge to buy a new one as Thames chandleries don't stock such things it seems, there being more gin palaces than chuffing canal boats on the river I suppose. Silver ice buckets are probably more their necessities.
On Friday we moored in Kingston on the shopping bank and picked up some supplies, then moved over to the moorings on the quieter side of the river. We had a fantastic dinner at Mum's, one of two this weekend - she is still a star cook and never forgets the type of things you like. And would you like second, third, fourth helpings?!
On Saturday, we took her for a slightly windy trip up to Hampton Court, where we moored for lunch and the sun came out (just). A short trip but enjoyable and nice to do something different with Mum.
On Sunday, we took the car which was stored at Mums and drove to London to meet family and to wet the baby's head by having lunch at their local; a fabulous, grand unspoiled Victorian hostelry on Green Lanes. Pete is highly amused by my babylove as apparently I don't stop grinning from ear to ear and it is clear I am itching to hold him at every opportunity. As my sister commented on the phone from Oz, 'I can hear you smiling when you talk about him'. She knows just how it feels having two grandchildren of her own. He behaved impeccably of course on this his second visit to a pub, appearing transfixed by the bright windows and the red buses passing by. Good to see my mum with him again and to see Uncle Bro (Olly's name for Dan) as amused as his brother at the various expressions that come and go on a two week old baby's face! We are very impressed by the parents who are as relaxed and natural as can be - I am sure I wasn't with my own. Enough of the baby talk now, what a bore I can be.
The boat continues to provide all comforts and it was so nice to be Mum's neighbour for a while. Our chimney sweep brush gave up the ghost unfortunately and this is an important piece of equipment unless we want to get choked by backdraft. Short of finding an obliging hedgehog to use, Pete was forced to travel all the way to Uxbridge to buy a new one as Thames chandleries don't stock such things it seems, there being more gin palaces than chuffing canal boats on the river I suppose. Silver ice buckets are probably more their necessities.
Location:Hampton Court
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