A brief encounter

Today, I decided to take a break from the ongoing stuff at home and take a short trip up to the boat. I also needed to pick up some DIY tools from Skylark, and make sure everything is still tickety-boo on board so, even though it took me just over an hour to get there, it was worthwhile.

When I got there I found Skylark under a thin net of cobwebs and a light dusting of, what I guessed was, chaff from the nearby wheat field, which was in the process of being harvested. 

It's funny how in a rural environment, where there is very little in the way of atmospheric pollution, the air can be so full of bits and pieces. And, why it all has to land on Skylark, I don't know.

Anyway, in addition to picking up the tools, I swept the nearside of the boat and its roof, ejected a few more spiders from the portholes and doors, and did a bit of general tidying up. This all took about an hour. 

You know, it's amazing how quickly she starts looking down-at-heal when left alone for a couple of weeks, and how she soon perks up when I lavish a bit of TLC on her. I used to have a girl friend like that once.

Who ever thought Probate was a good idea?

To help take my mind of the continuing horror story that some bright spark concocted in the dark ages called Probate, Kay has bought me a nice little memo pad from Ipswich with a heartfelt motto on it's cover.

Thanks Kay...

Brush the dust off

Another short trip to air the boat and brush the dust off. It was also an opportunity to make a few spiders homeless. Ely was a bit busy for mid week but I found a quiet spot next to the Bridge Boatyard and I moored up for the night. Apart from a very blustery trip up the river against the current and into the sun and wind (yuk), the weather was fine and quite pleasant - sunny but not too hot.
With everything else going on at the moment, I'm not thinking about Skylark much. I hope to return to 'boating mode' as soon as the Probate thing is sorted out. Perhaps I should have listened to that warning voice in my head!

Cracking weather

I only had time to spin up to Ely yesterday. Just enough time to brush off the light dusting of grime, un-stick the patchwork of dead leaves, wash off the spattering of baked-on bird poo and remove the many intricate spiders webs. 
Interesting, with the very slow current on the river and the very warm weather, there was a major flush of duckweed (?) across the whole river at Littleport; it was like ploughing through a recently mown playing field.
Anyway, the batteries got a few hours of charge and I got nearly a whole day trying  not to think about Probate but, you know how it is, the more you try not to do something........Ahhhhhh........ give me strength!!!!!