Friday, 12 December 2014

By ourselves

It's been a relaxed sort of day, getting stuff done but without tearing about. The weather, very wet overnight, has calmed down a lot but remains very cold with a nor'-westerly wind.

Elanor, having wisely cried off coming over to walk Sally last evening, found herself full of a streaming head cold today and had to retreat from work at midday. She plans to come over tomorrow so that we can give Sal a good work out with the frisbee in the dog running field.

I'd made one of my many mistakes in the last post; John and Nev were at Braidbar yesterday, stayed over last night and had further session there this morning. By the time they'd finished, it was snowing heavily so they decided to head straight home and not dilly-dally on the way.

We're sorry to miss them, of course, but quite understand the desire to get a tedious journey over as quickly as possible.

So we've been thrust back on our own devices. Some meat shopping got done this morning, together with other bits and bobs, and we had a walk round the marina this afternoon, ending in the Still Waters shop (top up supply of beer) and the office for a new electric card (another top up, I guess).

Sheila's brought the accounts up to date, I've signed another possible owner up to the Owners' Group and otherwise we've been loafing with the paper and Sheila's latest mental exercise, a jigsaw game on her iPad.

Tonight, pork and caramelised onion sausages with bubble and squeak using sprouts from the Farm Shop, comfort food for a cold evening – not that it's cold inside the boat, of course, but pretty bitter out there even if we haven't seen any snow.

1 comment:

KevinTOO said...

I'm happy to report Bruce that I have found during the last 57 years that the Trent/Derwent valley is usually the last place in England to get snow, thankfully ;)