Monday, 6 July 2015

Watering up

Here we are, watering up below Hillmorton locks. Pete had a half day time off in lieu, so we untied and travelled north on the Oxford, cruising past our old home mooring of Hillmorton Wharf Marina. Elizabeth spent the cruising time at the desk, with Bella variously moving in and out of data coms. 4G was enjoyed to the east of Rugby, so we should be in connectivity when we moor up. Fingers crossed.

Saturday, 4 July 2015

Maxwell watches for boats

Well who knew. It seems that one of Mr Well's favourite pastimes is watching boats. We have somehow managed to train him not to bark at the boats, or their people, or even their dogs. So he either sits, stands or raises his head from a nap as they go by. We can't believe how lucky we are!! Reinforcement for his quite laid back attitude comes from boater after walker after boater who comment on his gorgeousness.  Walkers stop, talk to him, stroke his head, and praise him heaps. Everyone of you who knew Josie will realise what a shockingly fabulous bonus this is for us. A. Maze. Ing.

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Our lovely evening view from the stern.  It was so warm tonight, we had dinner on deck.  Maxwell is finally cool and is now sleeping peacefully.  Lovely, lovely night. Tomorrow, back to work for a day for E, a bit of a work day for P, then we're holidaying again on Thursday.  Staying put!!

Parasols are up and we're out

Here we are, moored opposite Mr and Mrs Garden in Braunston. After a spot of gardening and shopping this morning, we set out around noon. We're probably out for the season, returning to our gorgeous home mooring in October or something. We cruised the season two years ago, but the solar panel installation last year had so many fits and starts that we never really got going. We've calculated a 30 minute car drive from any direction to Braunston so that Pete can get to his central office and Elizabeth to the studio.  So here we are, the place where the elastic cords of working life are anchored.

And it didn't rain! And Maxwell loves boating, but hates us both popping on and off Bella at locks. One of us is always gone!

Saturday, 6 June 2015

We travelled; Bella let us take Pochard

What a gorgeous day! Today, we were both volunteers. We took Pochard, the itty tug, and pushed the flat to Bugbrook. We started from the bottom of the Buckby flight (once we'd found her tucking next to a wide beam) and cruised our way through the sunny Grand Union waters. We enjoyed passing Broomsticks, seeing the familiar Stowe Hill Wharf and even catching up with Mickron Theatre company, with new tiller hands learning how to handle their floating stage crew, cast and actors. A great day.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Maxwell on Deck

No, we're not underway but we are training our pooch to be comfortable on deck - not having barking contests with every passing Muttley. He's managing it in a very Maxwellian manner.

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Running out of gas and dredging

We could hardly believe it. We prepped the after-dinner coffee, put it on the burner to cook and - no gas. No problem. Go outside, switch from empty bottle to full one. No gas. Oops! Forgot, for the first time in 8 years, to buy a new bottle when the old one ran out. Coffee was fine on Squirrel (the coal stove) but we knew we'd not get boiling water for morning tea.

So, up with the late larks and make our way to Crick Marina. Today was definitely a fine boat management day for Pete, who brought Bella into the Marina to discover that someone was already on the service point. Nudge gently to a handy pontoon, slide easily past a boat deciding to leave,  hover near the service point, then come to quiet rest for gas. Proud tillerman. Gas on board, tea made. Whew.

We pulled put, then moored outside the Marina to start the day again with tea and breakfast. Setting out, we came across the dredging work and passed to a smile and wave from the boatman. Good day!