Honestly, is it just me or…
Two thousand miles of canal, several hundred yards free on this stretch alone… and this pair appear around the curve, drift for a couple of minutes to look around, cruise up, back off a hundred yards, come in to the side and then pull their boat forward again a hundred yards to moor bow to bow with mine. They laboriously inched it forwards on the ropes to be within a few feet.
I’m sitting here on the hottest day of the year, covers off, all windows and doors open – so it’s not as though the Cardinal looks unoccupied. It’s not as though this pair didn’t take time to look at the options before choosing to ignore all else.
Try as I might, I just can’t understand any rationale behind this behaviour. Are they gaol-birds simply unused to giving or receiving any “personal” space? Do they ordinarily live cheek by jowl and just don’t know any other way? Have they been sent by the government to give me fleas?
I think that the only thing that put them off using my front chain to tie up to is the size of the spider (see web in lead photograph, and he built that single-handed today, after I tore away yesterday’s similarly magnificent effort).
Seriously, hire-boaters generally make gaffs and goofs just because they honestly don’t know – perhaps it’s really the one-short-trip-a-year-out-of-the-marina boaters who behave like boating boors simply because they’re no better than they ought to be. If they lived in a house they’d probably keep coal in a tin bath in the yard and wash the kids in the lavvy.
Is it just me? Am I missing something? Some War Office directive about “as close together as is humanly possible without actual surgery”? Even the Canal Company Ltd only exhorts boaters to ‘share the space’, they say nothing about sharing underwear and each and every exhalation.
I’m deliberately not on moorings that are in demand, there’s no lack of space hereabouts, this isn’t London, I’m the only boat in more than two hundred yards – and there’s space abounding before and after that, too. Where they initially came in to land is fine moorings; armco, wide towpath, blah blah blah. Damn it, they were there – so why did they rope themselves down here, bow to bow? Why this widely-held need to invade?
Far Kinnell. Beam me up, Jesus, I’m ready to cut a deal*.
Love and Kisses, Hector.