Back on Boat

Threw open the bow doors and was greeted by this beautiful dawn. Considered myself very lucky to be witnessing this moment in time. Thanked the ancestors who'd enabled me to experience this level of peace and tranquility. Then the ducks and geese stopped their honking, and we all watched the sun rise.

Plan was to spend a few more days on the boat with Sumo, to see how he'd get on with his new boaty routine. Outside temperature dropped to -3 most nights, but inside, we were roasty and warm. Tucked up in bed, I was slightly suprised to notice ice on the inside of the windows. but we didn't feel cold. And the water (when it melted), ran out of the ventilation channels, rather than dripping down onto the floorboards.

The pontoon was a bit white and crunchy in the evenings, but because it hadn't rained, it wasn't dangerous and slippery. We did have one slightly scary moment when Sumo tugged me towards a prawn that a seagull had dropped, but otherwise he behaved himself very well. Until we got onto land, where he resumed the "tugging beast" routine again.

The hose and water tap froze, but we got by with bottled water (which i'd filled up during the day). There were a couple of days when the temperature didn't rise much, and the hose didn't unfreeze at all, but we managed fine. The ice crystals soon melted with the cabin temperature.

Power every hour

After serious thought, web trawling, conversations with Steve the mechanic, and careful deliberation on our future power requirements, we've decided to go with a Mastervolt inverter and charger combi (and also a bank of 4x135ah batteries to feed it). Most people who've fitted it on narrowboats say that it provides RELIABLE and trouble free operation. Which will make the routine of 'managing power' much easier for us. And our lives, simpler.

Proximity of Water

Sheena took this picture to remind herself that the water is very close to the window.

Thursday morning was beautiful. We were blessed with full on sunshine, and a warm daytime temperature. The water ripples cast reflections off of the cabin roof interior, and we were both very happy. Later, it heaved it down with rain again. But it was nice for us to experience what boating in the sunshine might feel like. Great.

In the evening, we enjoyed some good honest pub food at 'The Firefly'. I had the homemade steak and kidney pie (mash and two vegs). Sheena had the sausage and mash (with onions and peas). Waddled back to the boat, and chilled out to tunes with the stove on. Sumo did not attack the pub cat (and vice versa). Considered the evening a great success.

Friday, we had to pack up and travel back to Dorset for the weekend. So we also got to experience what hireboaters feel, when they've finished their holiday. Thankfully, we will be coming back.. the boat is our home.

Bad Pasty

Sheena arrived in the rain. But then it stopped. boat was nice and warm for her arrival. We drank lots of tea and coffee, polished off the melton mowbrays, and went for a potter around town. We later dined on battered sausage, chips, curry sauce, and the nastiest tasting, most foul smelling cornish pasty i've ever had the misfortune to order.

It was 'wrong', on so many levels.

So please, I beg you.. If you're ever in Bourne End, Bucks. And you feel the need/urge for a cornish pasty. Please don't get them from 'Smiles' chip shop. They suck. Everything else from there is fine. very nice. recommended. but steer well clear of their pasties!

Floods

Had to get up early to empty the beast (who won't be able to wander in and out whenever he feels like it anymore). The river had risen another few inches overnight. No wellies, so we had to wimp out and turn back. Relit the stove, listened to some tunes, and drank lots of coffee for the rest of the morning.


Stuffed some mini melton mowbray pork pies, and nipped out for supplies, while the beast was having his after-lunch nap.

Went for a nice ramble through 'Well End' to 'Spade Oak' in the afternoon. A "massive marshy nature reserve owned by the National Trust", apparently. But the no wellies situation meant we couldn't explore very much of it. Got chatting to a bloke out walking his beast, who said that Amy Johnson used to land her plane nearby for the Bourne End regatta.


Her wiki page turned up this interesting information..

She drowned after bailing out into the Thames Estuary. Although she was seen alive in the water, a rescue attempt failed and her body was never recovered. The incident also led to the death of her would-be rescuer, Lt Cmdr Walter Fletcher of HMS Haslemere. There is still some mystery about the accident, as the exact reason for the flight is still a government secret and there is some evidence that besides Johnson and Fletcher a third person (possibly someone she was supposed to ferry somewhere) was also seen in the water and also drowned. Who the third party was is still unknown.

Spent the evening experimenting with coal and logs on the fire, and pondering on the time when it was permissable to just plonk one's plane down wherever one jolly well felt like it. (as Cecil Lewis does, in his memoirs 'Sagitarius Rising').

Then tidied up, scrubbed down, and generally made sure the boat didn't resemble a sh*thole when Sheena turned up.

First visit of 2010

Arrived at Bourne End, and was surprised at how swollen the river was. The boats nearer the concrete and buildings were in danger of floating out over the car park. But as dogma is moored on a floating pontoon (which rises and sinks with the water level), we were comparitively safe.

Jumped onboard at Twilight (or 'The crack between the worlds' as Carlos Castenada called it), and lit the Stove to warm everything up. Was delighted to find that nothing had burst, broken or leaked from the snow and ice. But not so delighted to find that the starter battery was as flat as a pancake, and the previous owner had wired the lighting circuit into it. Doh! No Engine. No Power. No Lights. It was looking like a very grim night. But the marina rustled up 54ft of extension cable (in the dark), and hooked us up to shorepower (thankyou!!). It feels like we are cheating while connected to land via an umbilical cord. But we now have a fully functional kettle, and it's all very civilised onboard.

Sumo took to it like he'd lived on a boat forever, and soon found the sofa. He also quickly located the fridge and largest heat source, which he hogged all evening.


Spent a five star evening listening to Classic FM, and drank numerous cups of coffee. The cheap windup solar powered radio was the best investment, ever. Dropped it in the sink, it bounced. And still works. Boat was completely toasty by the time we went to bed. Had a restful and peaceful night.

Finally..

We must be the last place in the country to get it, but now we have snow too. Which is a relief, as it's less treacherous to walk on, than the sheet ice we've had negotiate over the last couple of weeks. Sumo loves it, and was rolling around all over the place. He's only ever seen a few flakes before.

Looks like we will be stuck here for another week until the big melt. But we're using the time to boff up on our cooking skills. Stay warm, everyone.