After the storm and getting ready for Sally

After the wild and windy weather yesterday, it’s been much quieter today, though the temperature has duly gone down a bit. We’ve had a bit of a pottering day, going to the village this morning, walking round the marina this afternoon and the like.

I had an email this morning from Jo, editor of the newsletter, asking if we could let her have some photos of the pile driving. The company, Van Elle, have made such good progress that it seems likely that they’ll finish much earlier than originally expected, by Monday, in fact.

So we duly obliged:

Starting to drive

Unloading some more piles

The concrete forest

In addition, we took a shot of Stuart and his team putting the shed roofs back on:

The rest of the team are round the back

Apart from that, Sheila’s run a washload and we’ve given the boat a quick sweep through. This is in a vain attempt to make it harder for Sally to indulge in one of her favourite ‘let’s wind up the grandparents’ tricks. This is to find a small piece of gravel, take it to her bed and lie there crunching at it.

I think she thinks it’s good for getting tartar off her teeth; we’ve tried telling her that she isn’t an ostrich and doesn’t need to swallow grit, but she just ignores us.

Actually, I suspect that before she became a rescue dog, she was left alone for long periods without any stimulation, as all her vices nowadays are of the self stimulating type; this grit chewing, chasing flashes of light or shadows on the wall and the like. Although she now has much more mental and physical exercise, habits acquired in puppyhood are hard to eradicate completely.