So after a mad Friday morning scrabble and a dirty dash out with the dogs, the hoover, duster and polish we pulled pins before 9.00 and I dashed back in to grab armfuls of paperwork, dirty washing, wet boots etc., etc., etc. Why oh why is our boat always full of toot? That's actually rhetorical because I know the answer really - we've a ton of 'stuff' that doesn't have a home. Sometimes it doesn't matter but sometimes - especially when the weather is foul and you've people coming that don't know you and/or boats it matters a lot. Anyway, I did my best in the limited time available - popping up to lock MR and Yarwood through Bottisham Lock, popping down again to wash up and popping up again to help moor and then being told our visitors were already parking up. As usual of course, this self induced stress is so unnecessary as it was lovely as always to see Linda (G's sister over on a visit from Australia), her son Nathan (who I haven't seen for at least 15 years) his wife Carly and new baby Sophie. By definition most 'visitors' have cars so, after a cuppa, we drove into the village of Waterbeach for lunch at The Sun Inn. Very nice home cooked grub for around £6 a head and a CAMRA approved establishment. Dog friendly in the bar next door although we left ours on the boat this time. L-R Carly, Nathan and G
Sister Linda trying to show me the video of the tame kangaroos back home down under - a boat 'roo; now that would be different
and the newest addition to the extremely large and ever expanding 'Budd dynasty'
Yarwood and MR from the opposite bank
G's fishing being hampered by swans and cygnets
and this was the picture of the weir stream adjacent to Bottisham Lock at around 7.00pm last night
|this was it around 11.30 am today!|
|Strong stream warnings. Navigation closed|
|Lock Landing!!!! Well it was here when I jumped off yesterday|
|And here comes a hire boat approaching Bottisham Lock - how are they meant to know that everything's shut down - they'll not be on the EA's phone list|
|Our boats on the GOBA moorings above the Lock in the distance|
Cambridge is off then!