Bobbing About

I got a mooring spot, but it wasn't the one I was aiming for. Was just coming down through the lock, when I saw somebody steaming upstream, and plonk themselves in the spot I'd scoped out with Sumo, twenty minutes previously. Aarrgghh! Alan (Mv Latitude) also gave me a call to let me know. Thanks, Alan.

I know we are not facing the 'correct' way (upstream), but I was just grateful to find a place, really. Everywhere else was completely stuffed. And, if I'd gone down through the bridge, it was doubtful whether I could have made it back up again. The stream through there is stilly pretty fierce today. Oh well, No worries. I don't mind getting bobbed about by the weirstream. When the weir sluices were fully opened, we came a bit close to drifting up and over the bank, a few days ago, but thankfully the river level has dropped down to it's normal, less worrisome, levels.

It was a bit annoying to have to go out and adjust ropes every couple of hours, but better safe than sorry. I also have two 3ft stakes banged in, and I'm happy to report that even the friday night jazz cruise by the Salter's steamer, didn't seem to budge them.

The 1920's folly, in the medieval Abbey Gardens.

Amazing. I just have to wave a cabanos around, and I have his full attention. One for Sheena, who is missing him at the moment.

Her mum's operation went well. South Devon has a high proportion of elderly people, and the whole thing was pretty much a routine conveyor belt affair, with a very good success rate. Thankyou, NHS. Now she is recuperating, and getting her strength back. She's also been moved to a cottage hospital in Axminster, which is much closer to her home, and less stressful journeying for Sheena and her sister when they visit.