It’s all been rather drear of late. The weather’s either been ridiculously hot and humid or else it’s been …persisting… down. The canals are v.busy indeed, with folk all absolutely desperate to holiday as hard and as fast as they can. The Cardinal and I have mooched about a bit, doing odds and some sods, collecting a couple of fan belts, replenishing ship’s stores agin our all being back under house (boat) arrest at Doris’s earliest convenience.
We had a couple of days – well, forty-six hours to be precise – on the forty-eight hour moorings up by the junction, watching re-runs of Blaustein’s ‘The Day The Earth’s Boats All Collided’
…which morphed into a re-run of ‘Still They Moor & Search For The Signposted Services’
[the services that have been quite consciously and deliberately run down and removed by The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd.]
…although as you can see from the lead photograph, viewer discretion was soon rather forcibly imposed by a Plastique Fantastique oiking up onto the last inch of space twixt the Cardinal and the junction. It took them about two hours to realise that where they had moored – right on the junction – was not in any way shape or form safe, and on they moved, and my view was restored.
Rather excitingly, while the The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd has no money to maintain water taps, Elsan disposal points or rubbish & recycling facilities for boaters, they have been able to find sufficient loose moolah to come up with a …er ….an um … garden at the Royal Horticultural Wotsit at Hampton Court.
…and to invite along a series of “Best Before xx/xx/xxxx” c-listers to tote the old “half-sunken tyre” logo.
Tote! D’yah see what I did there? No? Oh well.
Apparently if we all pick up just one piece of plastic each time we visit the canals then they’d be clear of rubbish in a year. The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd wallahs did not respond well to my polite note advising that no, they would not, since if you don’t target those dropping the damned rubbish in the first place they’ll drop it as fast as “we” can pick it up. The WWT Ltd do not do joined-up thinking, and rarely if ever tackle a problem at source, preferring to gorge on the “lower hanging fruit”.
We’ve been moored for some time in a splendid location, facing away from the long line of boats on the restricted moorings…
and looking instead into the winding hole.
where there has been surprisingly little action.
A couple of days ago a reluctantly-avoided contretemps announced itself with the approach and high-revving of not one but two engines. A boat apparently determined to reach the back of the queue for Cholmondeston Lock as quickly as possible, while another boat was being enthusiastically reversed (in some equally enthusiastic winds, it must be said) towards the winding hole. With gestures an agreement was eventually reached at the eleventh hour for the locking boat to “pass on the wrong side”, and all was well.
After taking a photograph I slipped the safety-catch back on the old Gatling Blunderbuss and put it back into its place in the rack over the fresh barrel of FFS-Grenades. This reminds me; I must spray the grapeshot and chain with WD40 again (you get a higher barrel-velocity if you keep it rust-free).
I did excitings yesterday, such as ten days’ worth of laundry (all on solar electrickery, thank’ee kindly). It’s drying under the cratch cover as I type. I hope.
Today I’ll be doing exciting things such as Elsan emptying.
Living the dream, eh?
Chin-chin for the mo. Don’t forget to trundle over and vote for C&RT’s “Bill Bailey In A Cage With Weeds” garden at the RHS – if the rather shi*te website ever lets you past “buy tickets” and “join the RHS”…
Ian H., and Cardinal W.