That's so much better

What a nice day it’s been! This winter really has been weird that way, either filthy rain and gales  or extremely pleasant sunny if cool conditions. Sheila had a WeBS walk this morning, so got the best of it, though apparently most of the birds were in hiding.

Meantime, I got on with a couple of jobs in the sun. First off, I stuck a label saying “Diesel” next to the diesel filler. Unlike the ordinary ones, our locking filler cap doesn’t have the word engraved on it and with a Boat Safety exam later this month we needed to rectify the omission. As usual, much more time was spent hunting out the No More Nails adhesive and cleaning up afterwards than actually sticking the thing on.

I did a couple of trips to the skips, one with recycling and another with ordinary rubbish. Our black plastic sack over the stern fender had come adrift in the wind, so I replaced it with a fresh one and secured it more thoroughly with a line round its waist as well as tying it to the fender chains.

I’d just finished all this when Stephen from Dolce dropped by to return a DVD we’d lent them. Jayne’s away in London looking after one of their sons, so we took a bit of time for a good old natter about this and that.

I’d just started checking my BP (it’s on the mend) when Sheila came back and pointed out I’d not done the other job, namely bake some petits pains for lunch, and that she was starving.

OOops

/blush

We managed with what bread we had together with some crispbread.

Elanor and Sal turned up not long after we’d done, and I went with them on a long road walk through this end of Findern, on towards Stenson then back to Willington. It wasn’t desperately enjoyable, to be honest; the roads were very busy and for much of the way there was no footpath.

No matter, it got us all the exercise we needed, but it will be good once the fields have drained off enough to use again.

Sheila tells me Jo reckons this blog’s getting a bit boring whilst we’re stuck in the marina and that I should sex it up a bit. I’ll see what I can do (I thought I already had, actually); here’s a romantic photo to be going on with:

Graeme and Cathy on the trip on which they got engaged