A quiet day at Branston

We had a couple of jobs to do before Sally arrived in the late morning, so after I'd walked into the village to get the paper, we set to. First off, the washing from yesterday was transferred to the whirligig, since the weather seemed quite hopeful for finishing it off, then we changed the quilt cover to the Sally-proof one.

Actually, it's not so much that it's Sally-proof as that it's the one we least mind getting damaged by big hairy paws and claws when she jumps up onto it.

After a brief break to catch our breath, we washed the port side of the boat, using plain water via the cunning brush and hose, and Sheila drying it off with a microfibre cloth. It looks a load better, but will be better still when we do it thoroughly with shampoo, a rinse and then a polish. We don't want to do that until we get to Poynton, though. In the meantime this has taken off the dust and dried mud.

Sheila has started a new permanent page about living aboard. That means that there are too many pages to fit in as tabs across the top, so I've moved them to a side box. I reckon that they are easier to see there, as well.

Elanor and Sally duly rolled up, and Sally is settling in. (Elanor is helping out at a dog show all weekend, and for once wanted a break from having to keep Sal under control as well as stewarding).

We've taken Sally for a walk round the lake here at Branston, but it was still too hot for a lot of exercise for a black pooch.

All day, we've seen the final blue shirt boats passing through from site, and were able to exchange greetings and chat with Amber Moon, Tartan Rose and Peddler.

I'll see if I can get Sally to do the blog tomorrow, but she's feeling sulky about the hot weather, lack of exercise and where's my Mummy, so it might be a bit ructious.

STOP PRESS: Thanks to Ben Harp, Tom and Jan Jones have nowhere to live this winter. Anyone with any ideas, please contact them via the Waiouru blog.