Saturday 12th September to Saturday 19th
September 2015
I know that it has been a
week since my last informative blog but at the moment there just isn’t a lot of
variety or interesting things actually happening.
It doesn’t make a lot of
sense to tell you about going to the supermarket or that I have done the
washing – the usual and normal domestic stuff that still happens, even on a
boat.
What did happen that was
interesting – nothing at all.
Sometimes it can be just
uninteresting.
Sure I have done a bit of
travelling – firstly from Cassiobury
Park
I was very kindly invited to
dinner on two consecutive nights – nothing flash, just good wholesome home
cooked food and a chance for some conversation.
Croxley Green was
interesting in a not-seen-it-before sense – worth a walk up the hill to see a
varied group of shops offering quite a lot really and the Croxley underground
station is right there as well.
A couple of days there and
then it was down to Rickmansworth – nothing against it but I did need to empty
the cassette and that was the nearest elsan point – I did however stay a couple
of days – it was Champions League time and the White Bear shows all of the
matches.
After that, I wanted to go
down to Uxbridge – for fuel and I needed some packing rope for the stern gland.
The fuel was only 59 ppl (self-declare) and I filled right up to the brim – it had
been over 5 weeks since the last fill and I was happy with the 140 litres.
There was another boat
waiting there at the same time and I was talking to the woman on the boat when
she asked me a question that I had not been asked for a long time by a newly
acquainted woman……
…..if I could guess where
she came from, she had reached the conclusion that I was Australian. It is an
indication of my improvement in picking some of the variety of accents of the UK
If you were thinking that
she might have been about to ask me some other type of question then ….. you
were wrong!
We compared notes on a few
things but predominantly pump-out tanks – she was about to have hers removed
and I informed her that we had done so last year – and could not be happier
with the result – there, the conversation always comes around to toilets – the batteries
being quite OK.
After that – it was back on
the “road” – the water road (to use the title of Paul Gogarty’s book) and up to
Harefield – why there? – well I was a bit tired, it was starting to rain (for
the 5th or 6th time that morning and fairly heavy this
time) and it was nice and open for a TV signal to see the Rugby World Cup.
And today, Saturday, it was
such an incredibly brilliant day – the sun was out from the very start and
stayed out until disappearing behind the tress – a lovely warm day – and being
the weekend there were so many people out and about; the sun giving them a new
energy to engage with others.
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| This shot above Common Moor Lock was so peaceful and showed how lovely not only the scenery was but also the day |
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| I don't recall seeing a dutch barge going through a lock but that is exactly what was happening at Lock 77 today |
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I finally moored up back at Cassiobury Park
There, not much of an
interesting week at all; I have hardly done anything at all.
Somewhere in there I have
resealed the bath, cleaned the Reflecs stove; done a check on the stoppages
over winter to see where we can cruise to; and of course a few loads of washing
(had to get that in for Paul and Bruce).
Someone is bound to ask
about the heading for this blog – why 41?
If I had written this
yesterday then it would have been 42 and I could have given erroneous answers
about the answer to the ultimate question of life and the universe, but quite
simply it is a countdown.
There are now 41 days left
until Diane returns.
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| Whatever caption I may wish to add may not be a wise move on my part, just to say though, she is the best... |
19 Miles, 24 Locks
YTD: 809 Miles (1302 km) , 508 Locks, 14 Tunnels, 11 Lift Bridges ,
16 Swing Bridges
Total: 3703 Miles (5959 km) , 2629 Locks, 112 Tunnels, 45 Lift Bridges ,
167 Swing Bridges
