Monday 23rd to Monday 30th May 2011
Happy Birthday to No.1 son David for Monday 30th, not that he will ever read this – it isnt on Facebook.
This week has been half and half first half cruising from Sluff Arm to Berko and second half sitting on the mud in one of those pounds that goes up over night and down in the day. Its a bit like mooring on the Thames but with only one tide a day.
My little routine is to wait until the cupboards and drawers fly open and then walk to the lock and flush through 10 minutes of water. Then were OK for 24 hours before the procedure has to be repeated.
V was baking a sponge cake one day and not wanting two wedges stuck together with jam I asked her to wait while I refilled the canal. As it happened the glass cooker cover slammed down onto the kettle and cut off the gas to the oven. Brilliant safety feature.
Wheres yer boat, they asked as I approached the lock with my windy. Stuck on the mud, I replied, give us yer water!!
As you know we bumped into Les and Jaq on nb.Valerie and sampled some tasty sarnies on the way up. Theyre somewhere up ahead of us now, having leapfrogged us during the week.
Then we bumped into Molly Brown (not literally, of course) with her two man crew heading for Ripon.
And then we almost bumped into this little fella taking the sun on a branch sticking out of the water. He didnt hang around when he saw me getting closer for a picture but dived off and swam like the clappers. Could this once have been someones pet terrapin?
A big thank-you goes to Mike and Jo who called in with a huge bakery-type sausage roll, all for me. There were other goodies too but I didnt see them, my eyes were filled with the sausage roll, thank you, thank you.
Another big thank-you goes to Ter and Claire who stayed with us over the weekend, bringing the first mail for months and helping to weigh down the high side of the boat during low tide. One consequence of their visit is we now have our census form to complete and send off before 2021. The lady on the phone said she was sending a special form for people like us but its all to do with houses unless were Irish Travellers or Gypsies. Perhaps we should declare Water Gypsy.
Oh dear, my head is hurting.
Finally, to cheer us up heres a love letter on the ground paddle at Nash Mill. Love finds extraordinary places to leave its mark.
I Rose Bacon loves my husband Rob 4 eva and eternity till the day I take my last breath and beyond RNR x