Little Thetford to 5 Miles From Anywhere

We thought we'd move on to the pub moorings here as we hadn't moored here before and we didn't want    to be at Waterbeach until Friday (to retrieve Lesley on Saturday).

 We were all nicely moored up on the nice pub moorings - politely rafted up to leave room for other boaters. The weather was glorious and Daisy had a good old roll on the warm concrete trying to ignore the elephants in the corner ducks further up

 but sometimes you need to stop what you're doing and check that they're not creeping up on you

but then we thought - it being a nice day- that we might be inundated with gongoozlers and late night drinkers/gigglers, so we moored MR round the corner (better for Daisy too) and slung out a gang plank

On returning to help Joe move Yarwood I intimated to a hovering cruiser that we were moving and that they could have our slot, "what all of you?" she enquired. Bearing in mind Yarwood was the only one there, Joe and I exchanged looks and replied that we would definitely be taking both ends and the bit in between.
 A couple of pints at the pub and then G actually came with me on a rather nice walk down Reach Lode, past Upware Lock, Burwell Lode and Wicken Fen.

 These guys weren't bothered by our presence

 and I managed to slide into a deep and muddy puddle. It was nice to have some walking company (what with Lesley and her dogs being away) although it was quite a long walk and G did threaten to sit down and have a tantrum if the return footbridge couldn't be seen round the next bend! It was though so we were spared that one.

This one is a long way away from the Oxford/Stratford canals!

Then around 10pm we had a phone call from G's sister Linda - currently over from Australia - saying she'd meet us at Waterbeach at 10 in the morning with her son, daughter-in-law and new baby. Blimey! that'll be an early start then - move; clean boat; food....don't panic Mr Mainwaring!!!!!!!!!

Dramatic skies after a(nother) soggy day

Yesterday (after applying a temporary fix to another breakdown) we moved to Ely, acquired the necessary parts from the chandlers and moved on to Little Thetford this morning. Soaked walking the dogs before, soaked during the journey and soaked walking the dogs after we moored. C'est la vie.

G set up fishing and his first 'catch' was the rescue of this little critter

 It eventually vibrated it's wings enough to dry out and then flew off - beautiful.

There's nothing (except eating) that Muttley loves more than to supervise a bit of fishing

 and then the sun set and the sky turned amazing

 so much so that it even turned the rainbow red!

 Wow!

Dear Floyd and Fletcher

Whilst we might be missing you tomorrow, we's not missing you tonight 'cause those nice people from the Swan Inn bought us out this most hugist bag of food and if you hadn't been on your holidays we'd have had to share it - didn't wanna share it with Baxter either but told I's had to. This doggy bag had stake and sosiges and porky bits and it was brilliant - you wood  'ave reeely liked it. I needed it cos I yused up so much energy at the weekend when those women on telly couldn't catch the balls in there mouth and grunted lots and it reely upset me. Upset makes me mungry.

Daisy's in trubble ' cause she was found rolling in the car park neer the rowed - don't know why they don't just put her on a lead; mardy cow.
Love Muttley; Baxter says hi