Dumbass Marina Management

Monday 10^th March to Tuesday 18^th March 2014

There have become an increasing number of reasons why we do not favour returning to Aston Marina in the future and this week added yet another one.

The level of management expertise here extends just as far as any family contact – if you aren’t part of the family structure then forget it.

The great pity with this is that there isn’t a great deal of ability in handling customers – and that is what each and every moorer is – a customer – and listening to problems that they have.
Any question about a change is instantly greeted with a defensive position rather than a proper explanation.
The latest was  “why food and drink from the bistro was no longer being served on the outside deck overlooking the marina?” – the reply from someone who should know better aka A__x – “We are not interested in chasing after anyone who wants a ₤2 cup of coffee”
We did notice a lot of people just simply leave after having to take out their own coffee and realising that there would be no hot food available for them to eat in the bright sunshine.

Prior to that was a polite enquiry about getting a person from the workshop to help remove the sliders on the hatch – 3 weeks and no response – probably too small a job for them to be interested in doing (at all).
They seem to be only interested in anything that pays ₤’000s – like painting a boat rather than simple everyday boating work – the upshot then is if you ask someone else to come in and do the work, they need all sorts of insurance and have to pay the marina for the right to come and do work that they themselves are not interested in doing.

Would I recommend the marina to someone to moor there? – probably not – and only because of the management of the marina – I have to reiterate a previous statement – the boats are the entertainment for the other customers.

We are in saying goodbye mode – seemingly more farewells than Dame Nellie Melba – this week was going to be a last “early doors” – there will be more now; it was to be a farewell lunch with Phil and Lynn – we will be saying goodbye again soon; a last farewell to Roly and Bev when they left on Friday – we will still be here when they return.
Medical reasons have extended our stay but we will be leaving before April 10^th (our paid-up-to date).
It will allow us to complete a few more jobs that have been sidetracked as we found more important things to do.
Firstly there was match between Man United and Liverpool to see – Joan. Jim, Paul and I went along to see a 3-0 win to Liverpool – MU play like rubbish, but the atmosphere was unbelievable.
A trip up to Northumberland has commenced and we are thoroughly enjoying the time together with Dot and Gordon and also with Elaine and Paul and soon to be Sue and Andy – all of the gang will be back together.

The trip up was uneventful, apart from seeing the tailend of Paul and Elaine – well at least the motor home – we found the house OK.

our residence for this week

....and the view....

...and the boudoir

The countryside is magnificent in a wind-swept, bleak and cold way that could easily be associated with a Jane Austen novel.

all the dogs were in the back - they had to put up with Paul

Haltwhistle station

waiting in the rain

Newcastle station

in the pub

and lunch

Today is was off to Newcastle to have a bit of a look around – don’t let anyone put you off visiting this famous northern city – it will be on our list of must-re-visit places.
We had some lunch; wandered around a bit; managed to see the Millenium Bridge (footbridge) open up – pretty impressive.

"Sydney Harbour Bridge" look-alike

The Millenium Bridge upright - behind the statue

and opened

Cruising in the sun

Monday 3^rd March to Saturday 8^th March 2014

Come Monday morning and come the sun – a beautiful day was in store of all of us – being a workday of course I was busy creating a budget for someone to spend; but the LOTB (Lady of the boat) was desirous of doing a bit of cruising and after some lengthy time of repeating the same question (read as nagging) my resistance was worn out and I gave in.

The fact that she had prepared the boat for getting away made it a fait accompli and suddenly we were cruising out of the marina under a glorious sun.

For quite a while now we have watched with a little bit of chuckling as people we know have decided to install battery management systems and then promptly become obsessive about checking on their power usage – wanting lights to be turned off and electrical devices not to be used too much – and reading the meter(s) rather than a good book.

We have stated that we would not follow down that path, preferring to use our single voltmeter to gauge our usage and our reserves.

It is a sad indictment on the modern world and my lack willpower that I have to advise that since the installation of the new batteries we now find ourselves with a brand new system to check on the power usage and it also makes sure that any appliances not being used are switched off – completely and fully integrated and automatic.

There is even a voice modulated option which we have incorporated into the system.

I am of course talking about Diane.

So I guess we have saved money in the process, which will be put towards the purchase of a hearing aid.

We didn’t go far – our intention was that Great Haywood would be the limit and after a night at Ingestre we made it to the junction; turning the boat under the bridge and then reversed back down past 3 boats to moor up above Haywood lock which had been locked whilst the pound was empty which had allowed work on Colwich Lock.

Blue skies, cool air, pure enjoyment

It wasn’t long before we were joined by Lynn and Phil) nb Valentine who moored directly behind us.

A visit to the farm shop and then off to The Clifford Arms – really dog friendly and both Banjo and Freddie settled down with treats from behind the bar.

At Great Haywood - Claire (Foxglove), Diane and Julie (Damper Van)
enjoying the sunshine

Prior arrangements had been made for lunch with the usual suspects at a Chinese buffet – The Golden Orient – if you get the chance go there –food was very good.

There were 9 of there in total – Paul, Elaine, Dot, Heather, Roly and Bev as well as the two of us. Thanks to P&E for picking us up.

Dot had instructed poor Gordon to stay behind to finish the painting of the boat, which received appropriate inspection after the meal – by golly we were full after eating – the old adage of eating chinese and you’re hungry an hour later was thrown out of the window. We didn’t need any further sustenance that night.

Take a bow Gordon - almost done

Gordon had passed inspection and was in the home straight as far as finishing it all.

Thursday, in Diane’s mind was afternoon tea day, which meant that we would be cruising back as far as Sandon for a visit to The Dog and Doublet – still good value and not much for dinner (again).

Mine, mine, all mine..

Sandon is a lovely spot to moor up for us – we enjoy the quiet as well as the food and we slept well despite the 2’waves – and just an hour to get back to the marina, which was undertaken the following morning despite the rain and wind – why cruise under these conditions? – the LOTB needed to be back so that she could get ready and then catch the bus into Stafford – the twins were meeting up again.

Sue and Andy arrived back from house-sitting and so early doors was arranged – Roly joined them on the walk into Stone – they did survive the trip without the benefit of the car, which has gone home.

We all managed to walk safely back towards home – needing just the one stop at The Three Crowns to ease the thirst.

Saturday arrived and we were off to Stafford for the market, which we had not been to before – the thought process involved thinking that a larger town meant a larger market – wrong – it was quite smaller than the monthly Stone farmers market.

We had come in by bus – there was some explanation needed for Sue and Andy on what buses were and how they worked – no, they are not cars and although someone drives you they are not taxis – we think that they will eventually get used to them.

Luckily not our bus

Hold on Andy - this is public transport

Dot and Gordon joined us and after coffee and another walk around the stalls, during which time D and D found two which sold Black Beer and Raisin wine (the backpack became a bit heavier as a result of this) we all decided on lunch at The Picture House (the Wetherspoons at the old cinema).

They had the football on the large screen and a quick chat to the bar manager gave a positive response to changing to the 6 nations rugby when it was due to start.

three wise ???'s

Raise your glasses fellas..

A no-brainer after that – we all stayed to watch Ireland win (Dot was happy) and then see France win over Scotland. A very pleasant way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Not wishing to cause too much stress for S and A, we all decided that a taxi would be best for the return journey - Andy was obviously thinking of the presents the following day would bring – Happy Birthday Andy – hope you had a good one.

No new hat yet!!

Sunday 2^nd March 2014

After a phone call from our son last Sunday and some subsequent calls of our own, we can finally announce that we have a new daughter – Sara.

Whilst in Las Vegas on holiday in early January, they decided to get married.

Obviously we would like to have been with them to celebrate with them but circumstances meant that it was not possible.

We could not be happier for them and this step means that they have a greater chance of being able to be together in whichever country they are for a lot longer.

We love them both and are very happy for them.

The Passage of Time and Farewells

Monday 24^th February to Saturday 1^st March 2014

Two months of the year gone already – the passage of time seems to be a bit relative at times – sometimes we want it to go slowly and not to see it pass too quickly especially when we are enjoying ourselves; at other times it is seen as the barrier to getting to other enjoyable pastimes.

Over-winter mooring is a bitter-sweet time; we all want to be cruising but can’t – maybe because of canal closures; maybe because we like the security that the marina provides in the cold months; maybe we just enjoy the company of friends.

For us it probably has been a bit of all three – we wouldn’t have been able to move far anyway.

We are feeling the improved confidence of trying life outside on the cut during the winter.

There has been much discussion this week about our planned movements and the timing of our individual escapes from Stalag Camp AM.

It has been a week of reflection on a winter of highs and lows – for us personally, it was pretty hard being apart for two months; it was mighty good to be back together; Diane became a lot more proficient in looking after the boat; she knows a few more pubs; emptying the cassette toilet has become a “pink” job; we have both had a wonderful time sharing time with friends.
The more time that you share with people, the better that you understand them and more that you know you will miss them when they/we depart.
The corollary is also true – the less time that people want to spend with you, the harder it is to understand the things that they do – sometimes they simply do not enjoy your company – each to their own.
 

There's always one !

Jim and Elaine

The fish pie was superb

So with people starting the exodus and we ourselves in the final stages of plans we will have a little comfort in knowing that some of us will be meeting up again in a few weeks and others we will see out on the cut.

In particular we will miss Dot and Gordon who have been wonderful to both of us and in particular to Diane whilst I was away; Elaine and Paul have been stoic in their determination over a hard winter for them and for all of us – smiles and laughter have abounded in plentiful supply; Roly and the long-suffering Bev have made us laugh so very much – Roly, I say to you – I am glad that you have found your walking shoes –it means you can enjoy a few more drinks.
To Joan and Jim – thanks to you both for all the company and especially to Joan for such a wonderful job with the new curtains – our Old Trafford date awaits.
We eagerly await the return of Sue and Andy from their house-sitting duties (mind you, it is for their own house) in a week’s time. Their presence this winter has been a real bonus to all of us.
 

Sammie with tongue at the ready

The lovely wife of mine

the sisters

Sammie in the arms of "mum"

The sounds of the birds in the morning; the heat from the ever-increasingly present sun in the sky; the buds on the trees; and the longer daylight hours mean that it is days not weeks or months until we are all gone.

And finally to this morning and we bid farewell to Dot and Gordon as they started their cruise down to Stafford Boat Club and blacking their bottom.
It will only be a couple of weeks before we see them again anyway.
 

Escaping in the sun

...jealous - when can we go

...au revoir

Their mooring spot on the pontoon was quickly occupied by Phillis Mae II.

Later we were off to the Farmers market in Stone; bought everything we needed, including a visit to Morrisons – ended up at The Royal Exchange and lunched with Lynn and Phil.
The enjoyment of a Saturday lunchtime drink and meal in a pub where you are known is something to experience and it was a comfortable way to end this week of upheaval.

Locked out; new home; last orders

Monday 10^th February to Sunday 23^rd February 2014

In what has now turned out to be our last Monday afternoon tea in the cedar huts, everyone did themselves proud – it was deemed to be Indian Monday and the curries, naan bread and onion bajis were all there to be devoured.

I say that this is was our last at the marina, and that is entirely due to the usual and now increasing pettiness of the people who run Aston Marina.

The area around the huts has been locked with no access possible – you need to book a meal through the bistro and book a hut and also pay a £10 cover charge to be able to sit in there. So on a Monday afternoon in February/March when the marina is not open we will be forced to go somewhere else.

The feeling is that they only want the boats present as entertainment for the customers of the bistro/café – the management continues to not give a st_ff about any of the boaters who pay mooring fees and in effect are paying the running costs of the marina.

On a much brighter note for the day it was Joan’s birthday – I think the gig is up on claiming 21again – so hope you had a good one too.

Roly with his "man-sized" bib - he was ready
for eating

Gordon and Roly - ready and eager to enjoy

Sammie was in on the action as well

Roly, Bev, Paul and Carol in deep conversation

A night out on Wednesday as we joined Andy, Sue, Dot and Gordon for dinner at The Hollybush – with a 2 for 1 offer, how could you say no.

The food was good and so was the beer (so I was told) and we were all back at a reasonable hour.

Not a lot happened for the remainder of last week – Roly and I reached agreement on purchasing new batteries for the boats – 4 each – and managed to save a bit of money by ordering together – so we were closer to being able to cruise again.

We opted for the same type as we already had – Trojan L16H (425Ah) x 4 – and Roly has decided on Trojan’s as well.

Friday early doors was the happy end to a week of grumbling about the cedar huts and with the week’s layoff for the 6 nations, Ireland remained on top of the table for another week.

Our emphasis for the forthcoming week was on the delivery of the batteries and their installation, and also to complete wallpapering the top half of the walls.

We also resolved our dilemma about Mondays – we simply went to The Royal Exchange – Michelle there was happy to accommodate us and allowed us to bring food – they weren’t serving food until the evening – so we have another home – well really just making it home for 2 afternoons a week.

The three belles

All of us (Andy behind the lens) - Phil (front) kept under control
by Lynn - nobody saw the hit

The three rogues

another three rogues

The wallpapering started and we got into a routine – I cut the paper to suit and Diane pasted and hung it – the new paste with size helped – and we now have 2/3rds completed.

The batteries were delivered and have now been installed – they are bl__dy heavy indeed (56kg each) and on removing the first old one I unfortunately pulled a muscle in the side of my back – Diane helped the old bloke get through it all – she’s a gem - and Paul, wrong place/wrong time – helped get the last 2 new batteries into place – thanks Paul.

Out with the old batteries...

...the space cleared and cleaned...



...new ones ready to go in

Clive Penny then connected them all and suddenly we had full battery power back again – Diane was happy and I sensed it had a lot to do with having hot water again for more regular baths – I fear that this means more tea/coffee making whilst she is luxuriating.

Thursday afternoon came along as we were just enjoying the feeling of being able to cruise again, that boozy Manx pair (sorry, I mean Andy and Sue) were keen on trying steak night at The Dog and Doublet – unfortunately for all of us the restaurant was booked out so it was The Hollybush again – oh well, if we have to!

Once again the food was excellent.

Friday was a bit of a sad day really as we came to the realisation that this would be the last day we were all together – Sue and Andy were off home in the morning and wouldn’t be back until after Dot and Gordon had left – so we made a good time of it – after The Royal Exchange we dropped in at The Three Crowns – Dot and Diane opting for going back to the boats; Sue returned after dropping them off.

Diane carefully counting the cellar-load of wine just purchased

"See that just there"

What a boring lot - tablets and pubs do not mix - even if the
Olympics are in full swing

Drinking and talking rubbish were more important

We were able to change the channel over to see the Wales v France game and so enjoyed a few more drinks, watch the game and lose track of time after it – we did however avoid the carriage transforming back to a pumpkin, but only just.

What a lovely day Saturday turned out to be – sunshine in the morning – we sat outside to eat breakfast – after which we were joined by John (nb Earl of Shannon) for a bit of a chat – well a long chat really – just enjoying the sun.

People are more friendly on boats and in marinas and more easy going than in land-based situations – more willing to engage in a chat, rather than just a quick “hello” and a wave before going without even stopping – well most are that way, but you do get exceptions.

We wandered into Stone for just a couple of things and ended up in The Star for a late lunch – and combined that with watching the first half of the England v Ireland game; after that it was back to the boat and a night in.

Sunday was a bit of a relaxing do not much sort of day and we sort of faffed around finished a few things.

Tour or not; free beer; donating our time

Saturday 8^th February to Sunday 9^th February 2014

Young Dorothea had been at her organisational best – 8 of us were off to the Titanic Brewery in Burslem for a factory tour with product sampling – later there would be a chance to have a further pint and something to eat at The Bull’s Head (Burslem) – all inclusive in the price – seemed like excellent value.

All we had to do was get ourselves there.

Perhaps understandably Andy and Sue decided to drive there – Andy was a little bit indisposed but determined not to miss the outing; so that left just the remaining 6 to make our to the bus stop and with a change at Newcastle we would be almost there.

Sally kinded offered to drive us to the bus stop – Dot, Diane, Roly and Rob being able to squash into the vehicle – Gordon and I deciding to walk anyway as it would take as long just to wait – in the process we missed Sue who had come over to provide additional taxi services.

Eventually we caught the 101 bus to Newcastle – Rob with a wide grin, being the only bus pass holder, was a free rider.

Luckily Dot and Diane, between them, managed to ascertain the time and stand number of the next bus to Burslem – just a 5 minute wait – sorry guys, no chance of a quick one before we had to go.

It was just like military precision – Dot knew where we had to get off and following the satnav directions on the phone we made it through the thicket and the marshland to arrive 30 minutes early.

Only one thing to do –head back to Ye Olde Smithy for a drink first – an excellent way to spend the time. We managed to view a bit of the Yeovil v Leeds match (a high stakes encounter with a ‘huge’ TV audience to be expected) followed by the first few minutes of the Liverpool v Arsenal clash – enough to see that the first goal was scored by an offside Skirtl – but they won 5-1 so probably no influence on the outcome anyway.

After that it was back to the brewery – this time with many more people and doors open and ready for us.

Sue and Andy had arrived by car and were waiting for the rest of us.

We have done a few different tours of factories over the years and you tend to think of seeing the processes involved in producing the end product. There seemed a bit much emphasis on sampling the end product and it was obvious that this was a much more preferred way to go by the 40 odd people who had arrived. There were a few who did not crave for so much tasting of the product as others, but we wouldn’t want to spoil the enjoyment of others.

Both Sue and Roly were out front in their support for the
6 nations rugby



Poor Gordon - in a quandary about which
one to drink - special thanks to Roly

No not too much for Andy yet - just
overwhelmed by it all - taking it easy
on the "chair" of choice

Eventually as the barrels (4 in all) were reduced to echoing vessels, the tour began – Wayne, the guide (and one of the drivers), still bearing L plates (guide skills) showed us around the plant and explained some of the changes that would be taking place.

Somewhere, somehow this will find it's way into your glass

Diane, of course, visited the gift shop –in need of a T-shirt to show that she had been there – and she had.

After this were adjourned to The Bull’s Head – Dot showing us the way again, and managed to lead a trio of young men astray as well – well at least to the pub.

Whilst I was not so much interested in the free ale, I did spy that they had on offer 3 bottles of any of the Gales variety for a lazy £25 – including the much favoured (and sought after) Black Beer and Raisins variety – couldn’t go past that – and by the end I hadn’t.

The food was quite well done as well – so glad that there was a vegetarian option –Diane and Roly were in their element – Diane with the sausages and onions in a roll times three and Roly with the double cheese double burger option times two – later he was to enjoy it over and over again –certainly got his money’s worth.

The trip home was a bit slower than the trip there, mainly due to just missing the connecting bus to Stone by 1 minute – so off for a coffee to wait (also a tea and 1 lager). Then came the decision – do we stop off at The Exchange for a drink and wish Michelle (the licensee) a Happy Birthday or simply head home – it was a split decision and three of us – Gordon, Roly and I – decided on the celebratory route.

We even managed to grab our usual table in the front window – just a single drink each but as happens we discussed the problems of the world and put all of those right – without the need total talk about batteries or toilets.

Rejecting the need get full value from the All-Day bus tickets and seeing that exercise was all important we set off on foot for the marina – part of the thought process being that the bus didn’t go anywhere near The Three Crowns and the footpath did.

Settling ourselves down into comfortable chairs in a quiet corner, it didn’t stay quiet for too long as the earlier conversations resumed – we will all deny any knowledge of exactly what was said – if only someone had been there to act as minute taker, Mr. Cameron would have had a blue print to resolve all of the problems in the kingdom.

Surprisingly, or really not so surprisingly (as we all have lovely better halves) there was no disbelief at the time that each of us made it back aboard our respective boats.

Without a trace of any ill-effects from the activities of the previous day and night we all seemed to have had a good day out.

Diane needed to see Elaine about medicating her; we both needed to see Bev to wish her a Happy Birthday; I needed to see Roly about batteries; and finally Paul and I were off to Old Trafford for the Man United v Fulham game.

We got to nb Klara (Bev and Roly) first – the birthday song was sung with a repeat rendition in the background from Paul – who was not quite ready for us – so aboard with B&R for a cuppa and chat about batteries (more to confirm pricing); sample the chocy’s from Elaine and Paul.

Then as we were about finished, a tap on the boat from Paul signified that we needed to be off to the M6 and beyond.

It only took a little over the hour before we were pulling into the car park at the Old Trafford Cricket Ground and a short stroll down Sir Matt Busby Drive and we were at the Foundation Centre – the lovely girls in charge sorted us out and in the blink of an eye we were kitted out and with T-shirts on and buckets in hand we were calling loudly for any and all donations for The Christie Hospital.

It was a different way to spend just on 3 hours and certainly a beneficial manner to pass the time – between us we managed to raise £245 – with Paul’s much prettier face attracting more than mine.

The rain, hail and snow managed to hold off; the people were lovely – except for those miserable well-heeled lot who had forgotten where their pockets were; the kids were the best along with the pretty young girls (I didn’t really say that dear - it was Paul saying it).

After failing to manage to get tickets to get into the ground, it was time to head back home. We thought we might be able to catch the second half somewhere, probably in Stone – after hearing the score at halftime it was a 50/50 decision as to whether it was a goer.

If we had known that we would be next to a PITA (pain in the a__e) in the pub and that Darren Bent would score a last minute equaliser we might have bypassed it.

But still, the end of a satisfying day out, a drink at the pub and the thought of a warm boat at the end of it was enough.

I stowed some of my stuff aboard the boat and headed a few pontoons along – Dot and Gordon had invited us for dinner at 4pm – but they knew where I was going and that I would be late –so they all ate first and I did so when I got there – Dot, it was all lovely –Banjo will testify to the Yorkshire, although he would have liked to eat the entire portion.

We finished off with a game of UNO – we needed to keep playing until Dot had won a game – the two girls are so very alike – a duplication of traits that appeal to Gordon and I alike.

Thus ended a pretty full-on weekend – certainly glad to get into bed on Sunday night – sleep came pretty quickly – goodnight!!

Cherries, Bananas and Fruit Wine

Thursday 6^th February to Friday 7^th February 2014

Thursday was tank day – filling the empty diesel containers and emptying the toilet cassette. As long as we kept it that way around then we wouldn’t have any problems – thankfully Banjo’s yapping didn’t cause us any loss of concentration.

Friday IS early doors day and a little while after Diane carefully, calmly and calculatingly managed to “stab” Elaine gently in the privacy of her own vehicle, we set off along the towpath with Dot and eventually Gordon for another expectedly entertainingly pleasant Friday afternoon/evening.

What transpired was one of the funniest days we have had yet anywhere anytime.

A bit of time was spent discussing Roly’s penchant for ‘glace cherries’ – it seems that he adores them and Bev confirmed that with a rapid change of facial colour from a healthy pink glow to a scarlet red accompanied by the laughter – this rapid change of facial colour happened a few more times throughout the session.

Dot quickly got herself entwined into a discussion about the relative merits of cut-off very short shorts and the much longer versions. It revolved around exactly how revealing the shorter version could actually be.

Along the way it seems that Dot and Diane had once again drunk the bar dry of the Black Beer and Raisins (very alcoholic) wine – and it was starting to show.

Andy was considering the “reverse alliterative” words that could be used as a tattoo.

Paul had already given us the “WOW” factor although that required specific placement – Andy managed to come up with “HH” – it again needed special consideration as Hammersmith is somewhat lengthy and may not suit everyone.

We seemed to return to the fruit theme and Diane proceeded to show everyone the special way that she seems to eat a banana – she did explain that she didn’t like them as soft as the specimen that she had before her – a picture of this can be viewed at http://nbthemanlyferry.blogspot.com.au/

During all of this Sue had remained unusually quiet, but did pop up now and then with a quip or two – her early morning start obviously contributed to it but she had kindly given Elli and Mick a lift to Stafford station for their holiday to mainland Europe. She had Bombo in her arms and it may have been his snoring that had an effect.

Thankfully we were able to get a lift back with Paul and Elaine – Diane was pointing out the meritorious driving abilities of others – it seems a lot of them worked in the banking industry.

Once back aboard it was a matter of hydration initially, then feeding her before finally sending her off to bed for some much needed sleep - everything would hopefully be OK in the morning.

Note to self – make sure that the Panadol is handy for her!!

PS - this has been approved and authorised by the management.

Elaine week

Tuesday 28^th January to Wednesday 5^th February 2014

Now let’s see what we have been up to this week – “not really that much” would be the first thing that springs to mind, but you sit down and think about it for a bit and you find that you have been fairly busy - nothing new there.

We did hire a car this past week and as is the case we do so because we have a few things to do about the same time and we then set about finding other things that we can do whilst we are more mobile.

Well anyway the first thing that we did – without a moment’s hesitation – we were off to Manchester to visit Elaine after her operation. Paul gave us the good oil on where to park and how to find her and that we did – I could be corrected at some time but I am pretty well certain that we are yet to see Elaine without that lovely smile – and we were not disappointed.

She was up and about (certainly a bit gingerly, but walking well); in good spirits and as wonderful as ever. The time flew by and she certainly needed a bit of a rest before the evening session, but we were really glad that we made the trip.

Friday was an early start -7am – off to Watford for a doctor’s appointment for Diane, which went as expected.

We had a chance to stay overnight with Maggie and Paddy whom we love to see and it should be more often.

Saturday was a journey back up the M1/M6 just in case Elaine was back – Diane was resuming her nursing days by performing the pin-cushion duties on Elaine when she was back. We were only out by a day –Sunday and she was home.

Arrangements had been made with Dot and Gordon for Sunday lunch out at The Stag’s Leap in Rugeley where they cook the chickens on a rotisserie – 3 enjoyed it – the vegetarian lasagne was also very nice.

Monday was return the car day, but not before some last minute shopping – it was less than usual as the new budget on spending came into effect on the1st.

After returning the car, Diane attended to Elaine and I checked in with Roly and Bev about their batteries and suddenly it was afternoon tea time.

Despite the drab and cold conditions there were still 16 people there – we must enjoy each others company.

Tuesday drifted by – we did get a couple of freeloaders wandering in – Elaine for her jab and Paul desperately searching for a couple of stray TimTams to have with a cup of tea – we will need to see the marina management to get that gate fixed so that we don’t get these drifters again.

And then we come to today – a long walk to get Diane’s Womens Weekly and then a bit of rain in the face coming back –quickly making it aboard to a cosy well-heated boat – definitely not moving for the rest of the day.



And lastly but by no means least


HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELAINE!!