Sunday, 14 October 2012

I'm beginning to feel like a bridge hopper.

Not that there are many bridges to hop to out here. We're not though; the rules here are different. My understanding is that you can stay for 48 hours, leave for 48 hours and then come back again if you want to. Unlike the canals where you can stay for 14 nights (except designated moorings) but not return as you must be on a 'continuous journey' (there are probably at least 20 interpretations, but this is the gist of it). Now all the cruisers have been put to bed for the winter, you can see what's left ie the local live aboards - mostly narras - with no permanent or winter moorings. Every 48 hours they sort of shuffle around 2 or 3 different moorings in and around Ely; although, when we returned for G's chiropractic appointment Thursday, there seem to be a number of narras and a wide beam that have taken up permanent residence in Ely and aren't bothering with the 48 hour shuffle, so we struggled to find a mooring in the area we wanted. We did manage to catch up with Kevin and Debbie, off of WB Avalon, for a coffee before we left yesterday morning and they kindly offered us Avalon to breast up against if we need to (they have a permanent mooring in Ely).

This mooring problem will probably become a great deal worse due to the temporary closure of Pope's Corner Marina and it's permanent closure to live aboards - more on this another day or you can catch up with all the politics on Canal Forum. We, of course, are fortunate in that we don't have to stay in one area, but Hermitage Lock and all places upstream will get very scary if we suddenly get a lot of rain and we can't often get clearance under the bridge in the lock - high rainfalls and high tides would stop us dashing back here for safety. So we'll see how it goes; we're more than content in this area at the moment as G is having regular chiro appointments and I'm due a few days stay in hospital in Cambridge this side of Christmas.

Moored this weekend on the rather remote and desolate EA Diamond 44. Just as well really as Baxter has a funny tummy again and there's no-one to see us jumping on and off the boat in our dressing gowns.
 With all this lot for Daisy to mouse and rummage in she still, somehow, managed to fall in the River again this evening
The lovely thing about being in remote and desolate places in this neck of the woods is the sky

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