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The guys at little ships would agree with you. M

That’s passerelle Barry. M

Love them always have they were so good to us for many many years. Obviously it’s just the way they are M

The Tesla tiles are great but unfortunately on an average roof will never be able to pay themselves back, they are simply too expensive. Fantastic tech but just a few years before it’s time. Oh and they also break quite easily as well. More refining needed before I spend my dollars. Really great idea but like the battery storage just too expensive for everyone at the moment.

You forgot Captain Scarlet. Harmony Angel was my personal favorite lol M

Timbo are you cr@p or sliced bread mate ? Maybe just ask the lady in your life.... he he

Speaking as a shiny arsed manager I never say no but I never say yes either. Unless it’s obvious cr@p orvthe best thing since sliced bread ?

Anything can happen in the next half hour wasn’t thunderbirds it was stingray. Ok Troy!!!!! and another claim to fame I met both Gerry and Sylvia Anderson when I was a child. I also went to school with the daughter of the guy who designed Dr who’s car and the cars for U.F.O. I also years later had Ed Straker of UFO fame removed from my reserved seat on a train . Oh the lives we lead . Lol Gerry Sales the car designs guy was a hugely tall man and very nice to a tiny gawky teenage boy.

Oh dear

Simpsons too M

Timbo splices celluloid M

I'm all for the idea of the Island kind of pre-party get together followed by a ginormous CinC, those with doggies will love the idea. The poop is bad but not insurmountable especially if the weather has been kind and its solidified a bit. The presence of woofters will also inhibit some of the the more outrageous Goose and Duck behavior too. Nice common barbeque area again would be good too. Sounds like a plan to me Polly. The sun sets beautifully on the island so if its sunny it will be super. We could also do silly games (ala Primary school sports day) in the evening rather than a quiz which we can keep for Saturday, I would just supervise not participate as Fiona would kill me if I broke anything else. Or we could just play cricket (not footy its too violent to play whilst tipsy) White Rose Vs the rest ....LOL Oh and NULL POINTS for hitting it into the water.

Marvelous meet up. Marvelous CinC. Marvelous entertainment. Marvelous folks. simply marvelous M&F

We will be arriving lunchtime Friday. Settling in then heading to Malthouse. Feel free to join us on Saturday morning for a CinC to Salhouse. Malanka will be fully dressed. Steady on .... M

You did the right thing. stern out going backwards... Otherwise one will scrape the whole length until out far enough. i.e. hard rhd if moored starboard side on of course. Then either held at bow or just squirt throttle ahead to kick back out then just reverse. The minimnal steering backwards will help but not much. M

I do wish we could put this into some sort of context and consequently "tone down" the overly dramatic use of "suffer the consequences". Simple trespass is not a criminal offense, it is civil under torte and the consequences if followed correctly i.e. "get off my land" and one does so immediately, are zero. Also remember that without the mass trespasses of history nobody these days would be in blackhorse broad or walking on Kinder Scout. Or most of the lake district for that matter..

Boating: Journey 60 destination 40 Flying: For pleasure 90 destination 10 journey, for business 90 journey 10 destination (Only applies when up the front of the plane) Lady from Coventry: 90 journey 10 destination

Thursday morning dawned peacefully with the wind having reversed its direction 180 degrees which was great as we could now just pull away whenever we wanted. We went to walk with the woofters around the windmill one more time and drop off the mooring fee into the honesty box outside the visitors centre. The family including the doggies really liked Hardley Mill and we will definitley re-visit in the summer when the Mill will be open. We had planned our departure such that we didn’t need a hugely early start but early enough that it was still quite “fresh” in the still strongly blowing wind. We removed the springs started the engine and then Justin let go both remaining mooring lines and away we gently drifted heading off in the direction of Reedham in the quickly flowing river. We passed Reedham very early on and continued downriver using as little throttle as possible so as to not arrrive too early for the crossing. There were no other boats about on the river and so we arrrived at Breydon and turned left toward Great Yarmouth. We had 90 minutes to use up on the crossing to be completely within the slack passage window but to be frank wew didn’t bother we just pootled across at a steady 6mph, reached the yellow post and headed up the Bure. We didn’t have to drop the top as we had the low water thing sorted. This of course meant that we were “punching” a significant flow down the river as we went up the river. This is where being wooden, weighing 11 tons and only having a beam of 10ft 6 inches are significant advantages. We didn’t have a plan of where we were going to end up but to just head up the Bure and watched the sky as it cleared more and more the further up the river we went. The sky cleared into what turned out to be a beautiful sunny late morning by the time we reached Acle, and later the afternoon continued is the same vein when we reached Horning. We had briefly stopped at Percy’s Island earlier in the week in the pouring rain whilst we waited for a spot to open up as Southgates to fill up with Diesel, and so as we arrived in Horning we decided that we would return later and spend the evening there and just pootle up to Salhouse so the doggies could go for their favourite walk and perhaps even have a swim. We moored at Salhouse for a quick lunch, dog walk and a bask in the gorgeous early spring warmth. After the swimming, walking and eating we decided to head back to Horning for our last night out on the system. As we returned to Horning we were very closely followed by two large boats and a further two day boats which were very closely sniffing Malanka’s very pretty transom. We found ourselves in this position by the simple expedient of following the speed limit and pootling along at a steady 3.6mph. The following boats getting closer and closer to Malanka’s transom the nearer to the Horning turn we came. I knew this would be problematic for us and so it proved as we turned the corner with our little convoy of boats closeley following along behind. The distance from the turn to the mooring at Percy’s Island is not a great one and so I decided to go past the mooring turn in the river and return to Percy’s Island and moor up. This has the added advantage of bringing us into the mooring against the river flow. We turned in the river and waited for our little convoy to pass then crossed the river and smoothly moored up and let the black and tan tazmanian devils out onto the island for their customary mad five minutes. After mooring we settled in to watch the world go by on Horning Staithe and the comings and goings of different boats. The Staithe was very busy with many boats double moored with more constantly leaving and arriving as we sat in the sun reading our books and sipping a rather pleasant Pinot. We had a marvellous afternoon in the sun, a very pleasant dinner and settled in to sleep as tommorow we would be heading back to Stalham and a day on the beach.

I wouldn’t touch stand alone tom tom or garmin either. The lady from Coventry comes with integrated infotainment system that has touch screen and a sat nav, it runs my apps from my phone in the car and seamlessly transfers my directions from my satnav to my app on my phone when I get out and start walking. the screenshot I sent when in France was from the app. It also runs my parking app which covers thousands of cities across Europe and the US. The system has free upgrades whilst I’m leasing it ( I’ve already had two in a year) off to the US tomorrow using good old google lady as sat nav in the hire car. M

8 years ago I lost 18kg in 18 weeks. With all my recent ankle and calf injuries I have decided to lose 15 kg to get me down to 78kg which is pretty much what I was when we got married 25 years ago. my waiste will return to a healthy 32 inches and my feet won’t ache quite so much. I’m only a 34 waiste now so not massive but 15 kg is 2.5 stone give or take. Dog walking and fewer carbs. And having just read a recent paper describing how the charlatan who did the research on salt in our diets set it up to show what he thought was best I’m pretty miffed about it. It’s a disgrace I tell you a disgrace. Rant over lie down , and breathe......

Arrival at the Mill was as windy as a very windy thing and very forunately for us the wind was almost entirely parallel to the pontoon mooring. However rather unfortunately for us the “almost” due mainly to the strength of the wind, which was bottom lifting in strength, was into / against the pontoon, which meant we would have to be quick to deploy the loose white sausage fenders we keep for such times as these. Fenders deployed we approached the pontoon as slowly as we could and still be steering, we need not have fussed as the wind just glided us gently against the pontoon and held us there rather firmly. Justin and I hopped off and made fast bow and stern lines and as were were not certain of the wind direction staying constant (and it didn’t) we ran to the fuss of two springs as well. As soon as the canopies were unzipped the two black and tan flashes shot out of the door aloong the pontoon and up the walkway to the visitors centre which was closed. Windy Mill. The two doggies were closely followed by Justin and myself armed with the pre-requisite poo bags in case of need. One facet of the ever changing weather we encounter on our beautiful Broads is the wind, sherlock gets no suger in his tea for figuring out why. Our dogs love it, can’t get enough of it, go mad when they find gusty bits of it, and go absolutely totally bonkers when they get a gale. Well we had a full blown gale blowing a hooley and both woofters we running about tongues lolling, tasting and savouring the wind blown smells and tastes. Monty had his bottom tucked under in what we call the “hyena sprint” and was circling the Mill at an amazing rate, first one direction, a quick spin on the spot, a quick woof or two, the spin again, and then head back in the opposite direction. This is what we call the Zoomies and sometimes it happens inside the house and is a bad idea for rugs and ornaments alike, when it happens outside we laugh and just stand and watch in amazement as the doggies zoom hither and thither in a seemingly mad doggie dance only they know. The zoomies never last that long and sure enough it was soon back to sniffing and weeing in the usual doggie fashion. Monty is still doing the puppy squat so he doesn’t yet know to wee on the highest grassy bits to get his smell to as many other doggies as possible. Boris being tall is a past master at high grass weeing and just got on with the scent marking and when satisfied he headed back to the boat to wait on the pontoon for mum to open up the canopies and let him in. Monty being young and enthusiastic looked disappointed we were heading back but just did as he was asked (a quick doggie whistle that we teach all our dogs to recognise) and he just did the returning to the boat part as fast as he could and then waited for those lazy hoomans to catch up. We also teach the doggies hand signals too, but this isn’t a dog training write up. Monty actually comes from Germany (Frankfurt) and his 6 litter mates are mostly trained to the gun and join their humans in the wilder regions of Germany doing their hunting thing. Monty is with us and he is just a pet, if a little bit loony too, he will calm down we are certain, honestly he will. After the brief mad dash out in which Fiona and Helena and Eliza were not able to participate we had another little walk half an hour later and we all trooped up the the Mill and watched the doggies do their thing as we enjoyed the gusty gale spinning the wheel at the top of the Mill like a whirling dervish. Later that evening I thought I heard and electrical alrm on the boat, but no it was just the whirling dervish wheel at the top of the mill making a squeek that was so constant it sounded like a alarm beep. Silly me. After enjoying the sheer majesty that is a functioning windpump in a howling gale we returned to the boat and decided to chill in the saloon and chat whilst I prepared our evening meal, Spag bol a la Martin, with fresh garlic bread. After opening a rather pleasant if a little piquant Shiraz which is of course essential for cooking, it doesn’t go in the meal it goes into the cook. I set to and started the food preparation. I don’t know how you do it but for me it is essential to have all the ingredients chopped first before I start and get and pans on the go, I like to make sure all the onions and peppers are the right size of diced and that I have left just enough larger ones to add a bit more texture to what can be a fairly texturally bland meal. So into our dinner went: Two slices smoked streaky bacon chopped, 350 grms good mince (not the lean version) Chopped beef tomatoes x 3 Chopped Large onions x 2 Sweet long red peppers (not the bell ones) x 2 Whole punnet of mushrooms sliced Chopped fresh Basil about half of the bunches sold in the supermarket Italian herbs (from a bottle) to taste One oxo cube (beef) and one stock pot (beef) Tomato puree (table spoon full) If you fry this with the meat it tastes like sun dried tomatoes without the cost and faff. Pasata (balance against the liquid provided by the other ingredients) Teaspoon soy sauce (dark if you have it) That lot get fried together and then simmered and reduced in the pan for a long as you like. At the end add a little white wine (about a large glass full) Then reduce down to your desired consistency /taste and saesoning level ready to serve. I season with black pepper not salt as the cubes are salty enough The garlic bread was simply left over tiger loaf from roys with home made garlic butter and a dash of italian seasoning in it spread on the bread (one sided) then put back together wrapped in foil and into the oven for twenty minutes. I don’t add water as I think it just makes it soggy and I wanted it crispy. After all that’s ready we simply boiled some salted water added the best dried pasta we can find (yes it does make a difference) and 9-11 minutes later we sat down and scoffed the lot. For the officianados yes we did pasta to meat not meat to pasta. I had grated some parmesan and put that in a bowl for everyone to add their own taste. After dinner the cook got to finish the bottle of Shiraz with some left over garlic bread whilst everyone else washed up and put stuff away. Fiona says I am a messy cook. Naaa no way I’m incredibly tidy…. Honestly. As we enjoyed the after dinner wind down and that kind of “post pasta food coma” that comes with eating way too much pasta, we settled in to listen to some musical sounds and the wind battering against the canopies in its wild attempts to get us out of it’s way. We had enjoyed a rather odd day with two rescues and wild water and wind. Tomorrow we were crossing back to head vaguely towards Stalham as our easter adventure was almost over, we hadn’t decided where to go oop north yet but just to head up there and see what’s what. One thing we did have planned was Friday afternoon on the beach at Sea Palling with the woofers. It would be Monty’s first view and experience of the sea. It didn’t disappoint. More to come.

Wednesday dawned peacefully as it always does in Rockland St Mary, even the presence of the main road just a few feet away doesn’t detract from the peaceful and tranquil nature of the location. The non peaceful part was whacking me in the face emenating from the back end of a very excited 7 month old Airedale puppy that we stupidy acquired in an obviously mistaken view he would grow up and learn from Boris to be calm and considerate and QUIET, and learn to love a lie in…. NOOPE, EPIC FAIL. So to even start to get out of bed I had to wrestle this rediculously oversized teddy bear off me, which he interpreted as a game and began jumping this way and that, his paws finding with uncanny accuracy, the delicate and private areas of both Fiona and Myself. So the whirling Tasmanian devil dog noises were accompanied by OOOOh , ouch, MONTY!!!! (imagine the Fenton labrador video and you wouldn’t be far wrong) and too numerous to list sharp intakes of breath. We usually leave the boat carrying our boaty wounds so called UBB, Unidentified Boat Bruises. With the arrival of Monty we now have, in places I don’t want to mention, many many UDB’s in addition to the pre exsiting routine UBB’s. Imagine chasing a Whirling Dervish of manic furry cuteness running and jumping about with your fresh undies and socks in his mouth getting soggier as the minutes played on and on and on. We truly believe he actually now responds better to MONTY!!! YOU LITTLE SH** , than he does to Monty. Underwear retrieved and swapped out for dry versions, shoes rescued (he went for them as we took the underwear away), leads located, and the ever essential 2 balls for Boris to carry on his walk given to the now equally manic very big lump/pony/horse of furryness we call Boris, we quickly unzipped, (the canopy, don’t get excited you bunch of pervs) stood back and let the streaks of black and tan rocket out the back of the boat to the accompanyment of loud yips and woofs as the ducks and Geese decided “time to leave”. The sun was shining in a perfect azure sky, the fields were alive with birds and little furry creatures going about their daily business. The Wherrymans way was lovely in the early morning. Boris and Monty both unusually on leads as we didn’t want them disturbing the creatures but they normally don’t need leads to be under control on a walk, were trotting long ignoring each other and just enjoying the sunshine, as were both mum and dad. We walked for about twenty minutes and then turned about as we did have somewhere to go this morning and the forecast said the weather would not stay like this for long (and it didn’t). We headed back to the boat to wake the younger crew, prepare breakfast (French toast, sausages, bacon and eggs) and have a leisurely mug or two of tea /coffee, early morning drink of choice. As we approached Alex and Lorna appeared said hi and went to do exactly what we were about to do. Eat a typical norfolk breakfast, full of fat, both saturated and otherwise, trans or whatever else is the health scare of the moment, salt, probably more than some loonos recommend, and enjoyed the whole thing… Such is to be on holiday consuming foods the EU tell us cause cancer, high blood pressure, premature death, and everything under the sun. Which of course causes all of the previously mentioned items. The sun that is not the EU, that just causes high blood pressure….. Politics aside we had decided to go to Hardley Mill tonight, which would be a new overnight experience for us, we didn’t care when we got there but the weather situation was deteriorating by the minute and a rather squally wind was developing. Our goodbye hugs and kissed completed we gently slipped out of the mooring and headed across Rockland Broad at the pre-requisite 3 mph. We did notice that since the cottage on the RHS has been under new ownership the journey is so much easier without all those little and sometimes loose boats floating about on the bankside. The new owners are doing a fine job of improving what was, the sadly depressing vista. Turning into the main river we were instantly made aware that the promised wind had in fact arrived with avengeance, there were white caps on the Yare and it looked like wind over tide too which meant “funtine for the helm”. Malanka started to bounce into the onrushing waves as we headed down towards Cantley, the canopies were bulging with the constant pressure of the by now very significant gale howling up the Yare. This of course meant that mooring at Hardley Mill was going to be much fun, and or rather problematical depending on which direction the wind was blowing by then, hoperfully without too many witnesses so I could claim it went perfectly. Windeeee The transit was going swimmingly with much bouncing and flouncing about in the waves causing much merriment in the wheelhouse, well at least for me, Fiona thought it was rather draughty. Oh well. As we approached the Beauchamp Arms, we reduced the fun level and slowed down to a crawl into the wind and there on the left hand side of the river as you approach from the Norwich side was a small (I mean SMALL) outboard powered boat sitting in the reeds against the bank on the opposite side of the river to the pub. i.e there were reeds between the boat and the bank and the boat and the river, how unusual we thought. What made this more unusual was the man standing up in the steering position of the boat frantically waving his arms about above his wind towselled hair, of which he had a lot. Wind towselled hair that is, not arms, he only had the two, just slightly more than the average number of arms (think about it). I approached slowly and gave him the thumbs up as it was obvious he had no power and was not going anywhere without aid. I looked about to see if there were any other people, boats, or life in general about and no , we were it. He continued to frantically wave his arms which by this time must have been aching quite significantly. As we had turned the corner the wind was now directly against the bank against which he was stuck, I knew if I was not carefull, that would be exactly where we would end up too and be a help to no-one. I despatched Justin to the stern to prepare a towing line and manouvered the boat to be near the reeds paralell to the bank but not too close to be caugzht as we turned or too far away that the line would not reach when thrown (or catch in our prop). That point achieved I then spun the wheel hard over added some revs and Malanka responded with glee and enthusiastically spun bow into the wind, stern just kissing the reeds and Justin able to throw the rope over the extended arm of the frantic young man. Justin had indicated for the man to hold his arm out perpendicular to his body to make this an easier effort. The rope was quickly gathered in and unbeknown to us, the young man just passed it once round a rail then clung onto the rope with only his hands to hold it fast. I gently applied some throttle and the trapped boat started to move, some more power and the boat was gently removed from the reeds and was pointing in the right direction to cross the river and starting to cross to the preferred destination (obtained by Justin), for whatever Rhyme or reason neither of which I understand, the young man at this point in his rescue for some reason let go the rope. Grr I thought, bother dash it or other such phrases crossed my mind so please pick your own. The rope flopped into the river and the young man held his hands in the air and started to once more frantically wave his arms about above his head. By this point we had sort of worked out he needed rescuing so the waving was superfluous at this moment but hey maybe his arms were cold or something. By the time we had turned the boat and re-positioned safely so as not to get trapped, the little boat was back where it had started and we had the whole thing to go over again. Suffice it to say we did so, this time with the rope tied fast to the rail and not only did we get the little boat across the river, but we actually delivered them into the mooring from which this entire episode had started. Justin retrieved the rope from the water and we turned round once more and continued on to Hardley Mill for a rest, a dog walk, and Spag Bol. More to come including Doggie Zoomies and a tricky mooring. M&F

Yep my big brother is a South Carolinian. Columbia in fact.. M

Anyone guess what the starboard side Burgee is?? M

The day started slowly as the doggies decided to have a lie in, we knew it couldn’t last but we took what little solace we could and awaited the inevitable. The weather was looking good for the day and the trip to Rockland from Loddon is a short one. We weren’t concerned as we knew we could plug in if we had to and we had lashings of hot water from the immersion and yesterdays long trip. We all showered and primped and primed ourselves before we left as we wanted to head into the New Inn early mid afternoon-ish for dinner with the woofters. This was to be their first joint pub trip since Monty was a young pup of 13 weeeks or so. Monty is somewhat of a throwback Airedale to our very first one >Barney who was a Norfolk Broads veteran. Barney used to watch me sailing in Hickling from the bow of the Silver Jubilee and even once leaped from the bow of the boat into the water to chase after me as he thought I was sailing away from him. This remarkable thing was made even more remarkable as trying to get Barney to swim was nigh on impossible unless one threw him bodily into the water. He would paddle, but as soon as his back legs started to float and he lost traction at the back end he would gently back out of the water. Nope not doin dat swimmin ting nope now-way matey….NO Picture from my white board in my office of me and Barney at Hickling in 1995. Monty, is a complete contrast to Boris who will jump in the dinghy on the mere prospect of a swim, Monty is like Barney, no way no swimmin ting. Fiona and I walked the woofters about the town and I waited outside the Co-Op whilst essentail supplies for the day after Rockland were sourced in said establishment. Everyone smiles at Airedales, that is every human smiles at Airedales as we believe they look something like fluffy teddies and have a smiley face. Doggies of the small variety and some of the not so small variety somehow wish to get their retaliation in first and just bark at them and in some extreem cases just straight out jump on them. This invariably is a bad idea but they continue to do it through our 6th interation of Airedale kind. In this regard numerous little doggies were walked past the two seated and bored looking Airedales outside the Co-Op on their hind legs front legs thrashing about and their voices somewhat strained as the collars constricted their woof ability significantly, as their owners negotiated them past our two Airedale terrors. Sometimes the two of them bark back, but not always and it is our intention to get it back to Boris levels which is not at all. He is a bit of a giant and he just doesn’t care. With little dogs Boris is great as he grew up with Louie a Bichon Frise who as far as Boris was concered was just stunted as he didn’t keep up with Boris’s growth spurts. Louie unfortunately crossed the bridge with the aid of a motor vehicle when at the dog walking service, Boris thinks every little white dog he see’s will turn out to be Louie. Its very sweet actually. Ok, Showers completed water taken on board, electrics returned to the cupboard and away we go on the short hop to Rockland St Mary, we have texted Lorna and said we are on our way and the reply was we are here already so we knew we would have nice neighbours. The weather was lovely if a lilttle windy and cold at first but the sun started to shine half way down the chet and the canopies amplified the suns warmth into the wheelhouse and we basked like ripening tomatoes in the lovely natural heat of the sun. Arriving at the river mouth we splurged to six mph and the clear skies strong wind and empty river made a lovely sight. We weren’t in a rush at all but just enjoyed the day as we headed to Rockland. Lovely day lovely journey As expected the journey did not take too long and there were very few boats about, but the wind was freshenning throughout the journey. We turned into the inlet for Rockland and the wind disappeared like a scene from a movie, it was quite remarkable but hardly an unknown phenomenon in these parts. We pootled down to the mooring and there amongst two other boats was Braveheart, we quickly moored alongside and deployed the mudweight and a line to Bravehearts bow to keep us steady. Immediately we were secure we loosened the zips in the stern well and a black and tan flash rocketted out of the back of the boat and onto the grass. This was a feat that was to be repeated several times in this location much to Monty’s amusement and our annoyance. So everything ship shape and younger crew members doing whatever they wanted, and the sun being over a yard arm somewhere, it was prosecco time on Braveheart so Fiona and I went over and said hi and we talked and laughed and had a completely marvellous afternoon as Alex regailed us with tales from his childhood and close encounters with very deep oil sumps. Lorna continued the excellent afternoon by recalling the bad weather the UK had experienced recently and her travails in trying to get to work through the thick of it all. Halfway through the afternoon we were joined by Monty and Boris who had decided that Malanka was boring and Braveheart seemd a much better bet to get some treats so they both jumped out of the back of Malanka and jumped onto the back of Bravheart, begged a few treats and then laid down to sleep in the saloon. Alex and I wandered over to the pub to say hi and reserve a table for later. Unfortunately our preferred time was after the pub had stopped serving for the afternoon, but instead of disappointing us the Chef said, “I’m only upstairs, what is it you guys would want and I’ll cook it for you”. We said we would take a menu back to the lassies and return shortly with the entire menagerie. How good and accomodating is that? I have to say it’s quite typical of the New Inn Rockland St Mary, they are always great and incredibly helpful in every way. Foods good too by the way. Boats zipped up and everyone prepped we headed to the pub for our first 2 doggie lunch experience for a very long time. The pub was almost empty and the dogggies made a B line for the bar where their Aire senses rightly told them were dog treats to be snaffled. Both boys sat and received their treats in regal fashion and we settled down to have our drinks (why wouldn’t you) and await the commestible delights to come. The meal was delicious and the conversation delightful. If anyone has not yet tried the New Inn Rockland, please go and give it a whirl you will not be disappointed. A few doggies came in and a few woofles were exchanged but overall both Boris and Monty did really well for their first joint pub visit. We had a super afternoon with Alex and Lorna on Braveheart, a delightful early evening in the pub, and onboard Malanka (our turn to provide the prosecco) we had another wonderful fairly late evening of chat and laughter. Soon it was time for dog perambulation and Befordshire was beconning. Tomorrow we had decided to moor in a new overnight location for us which was Hardley Mill Pontoon. This was why we had purchased the items required for Boaty Spag bol from the Co-Op, which is like normal spag bol but on a boat. No culinary compromises required. Beef tomatoes, pasata, garlic, onions, peppers, beef stock, fresh basil, Italian herbs, tomato puree to be fried in the meat as it then tastes like sun dried tomatoes without the cost, red wine (a nice one please), olive oil, butter and bread (can’t have spag bol without garlic bread) and of course decent dried pasta. Sleepy doggies already in Bedfordshire it's tough this boating malarky To come shortly, dramatic boat rescue in windy river, repeat of dramatic boat rescue in widy river, (they let go of the rope mid river), superb location, windmill zoomies from Monty, howling gale and wind over tide. See you all soon.