Monday 29 August 2011

The good, the bad and the ugly

Well here we are with the blog all totally out of synch and our summer cruising plans all gone up the Swannee (and certainly not a lot further up the Trent) but, hey ho, that's boating for you.
I should have really labelled this blog the ugly, the bad, the good and the bad, but it doesn't quite have the same ring to it, so here is the precis -
As we approached Lougborough, the left hand side of my face swelled up in a great big hard lump and we fannied about for the usual number of hours and days trying to get into the medical system and get the anti-biotics that it would be obvious to the simplest of souls that I needed - the down side of boating. Somewhere along the way (under the general questioning) I found myself needing appointments at two of Leicester's hospitals. This was unfortunate as Leicester was behind us and we were heading to Nottingham. So more lurking near train stations. So that's the ugly and the bad.
The good is that we then encountered  our good friends Sue and Richard off of Indigo Dream with Greygal down for a days cruising, so we cruised off with them in their direction for the day and overnight. Lovely.
At this point you are probably wondering why there are not loads of pictures (of Greyhounds in particular), well after dropping my new camera down the loo, 'we' managed to drop the insurance replacement on the towpath whilst the lens was out - unrepairable. Then, as himself has previously mentioned, 'we' drowned the computer in wine.
So hospital visits over, two grandchildren (one week each) it was time to 'pop' back to the East Coast for the weekend before continuing on our belated travels towards Lincoln. Only mum turned poorly and I stayed for a week, but the day after I came back she was taken poorly again, so it looks like I'll be going back on Friday.
We reached Gunthorpe but, as I don't know how long I'll be gone for, we've abandoned the tidal trip and will be heading back towards Nottingham and the safety of the canals before autumn arrives. Never mind there is (hopefully) always another year.


  1. You are haveing a horrid time, hopefully your Mum will soon get better along with everything else.
    We were wondering what the problem was.

  2. Hi John,
    Thanks guys, you know what it's like, you've been through it too.

  3. Oh dear, poor you, you all seem to be having a rotten time. Hope your mum is well again soon.
    At least from this distance I don't feel any guilt about the camera....... :-)
    Kath (nb Herbie)