So, another early start on a glorious spring/summer morning, Sheila setting off whilst your interlocutor lay in bed reading emails and so on and so on. I took over in good time to brave the wilds of Nuneaton, and we just carried steadily on until we got to Sutton's Stop. Here we found a mooring a bit before the time limited ones and settled down for the rest of the day.
We'd not been long here when the Fountains grass cutting team came by. Now this used to be a bad sign and a premonition of a boat spattered with grass cuttings and the paint chipped by flying stones, but not any more. The big mower (the kind that doesn't float) has a shield low to the ground to minimise spatter, and the strimming team stop and go round moored boats.
Full marks to whoever it was at CRT negotiated the contract.
We've had a few natters with old and new friends, including Ken and Carol on Robyn's Retreat (think Brassmate polish), the Siviters as they passed by en route for Yelvertoft in advance of Crick, and the crew of Riverside Escape (sorry, nominal aphasia strikes again) who are having the lodge in Mercia across the road from us.
It's all an excellent example of the way the boating community works.
Tomorrow, on to All Oaks Wood.
2 comments:
I think it was my two broken windows that made Fountains rethink their mowing/strimming !!
Hi
They've certainly modified their practice, then. That's twice this trip we've thought oh no, here come the strimmers and been pleasantly surprised.
PS you can't read an iPad in the sun, so I can't read my paper sitting out in the well deck anymore.
:(
Cheers
Bruce
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