Cold Comfort Boat

After nine and I have just eaten. Honestly, my stomach thought my throat had been cut. I don’t know yet who is London’s mayor. The gungho forecast at breakfast that it was Boris was rather less gungho by the time the PM programme came on Radio 4 at six o’clock. I am rather hoping it isn’t Boris as although I think he can appear funny and charming, I also think he is completely ruthless and untrustworthy. And he keeps endorsing extremely tall buildings as prestigious housing projects and the prospect of an airport on the Isle of Sheppey depresses me. It’s a vanity project.

I can’t say the idea of Ken as mayor fills me with delight either. The best thing that can be said of either of them is that they are not in their parties’ pockets.

Now, how did that paragraph happen? I didn’t mean to talk politics at all. Last time I was at das Boot, I took the winter covers off the bows. As a result, draughts are whistling around the fore cabin tonight. Consequently, over my legs there’s a pink fleece blanket the colour of apple blossom that was Mother’s. And three layers of clothing and a silk scarf on my top. The heater is on too. NotCat is asleep a foot or so away from me, which is good news for the daddylonglegs hanging from the window. He is wearing his harness. He had a little explore from the car, but alarmingly managed to back out of part of the harness (sold as a garment that cats could not shrug off) and I had visions of him disappearing up one of the numerous trees. I had to exercise a patience I did not feel to coax him from under the car and to safer territory.

I was thinking it was quite warm, but then I realised the heat was kinetic. I was changing bed linen, hunting for my waterproof trousers, which I think I must have left in London, wiping up spider poo, and generally making my floating home shipshape and Bristol fashion. Also stowing wine, being grateful the eggs had not broken and putting my clothes away, running the engine, which for a heart stopping few minutes would not start, to charge the batteries and heat the water.

I had hoped to take some photos, but by the time I was sorted and NotCat was safely on board, the light was fading. He bravely explored the stern of the boat, had a good look at the water – it’s very high, the pontoons are nearly level – and came back inside with a quiet dignity quite at odds with his usual ebullient self.

The fields of rape, just starting to yellow the landscape on the last occasion I was here, are nearly at full strength, but just the gentler side of acidic. I passed lots of milestones I wanted to photograph for the Scroobious Pip’s challenge, but unfortunately I was driving. With luck, it’ll remain dryish for the next couple of days and I’ll have a few photography opportunities. In the meantime, I had hoped to upload some photographs of blossom from my last visit. Maybe next time…

13 thoughts on “Cold Comfort Boat

  1. I’ll bet NotCat is curious about his surroundings of water. Hmmm? As far as having politicians not in their parties pockets … Congrats … they are a rare breed, here in America. Corruption has become the name of the game, it seems. You and NotCat keep each other warm. 🙂

    • Well, Boris got reflected whereas the Tories as a whole lost loads of seats, so I think it is in his interests to be seen as separate. Cameron is cooing over his success, which is interesting in itself as they are known not to be friends.
      There was a brilliant piece on Obama on Radio 4 last night by Mark Mardell. Don’t know if you can catch it.

      • I missed the piece on Obama. No matter, the headlines are full of him, here. I only hope by this time next year, President Ron Paul will be sitting in the White House, Czar-less, negating illegal executive orders, bringing our troops home, and slashing our budget. It will take years to undo the Obama/Bush/Clinton damage, and if ever the task is to get started, we need to be putting a real Constitutionalists in the White House. America is rapidly being dissolved into the NAU, and the people (for the most part) don’t have a clue. I fear for my Country’s future. 😦

        • If you have about 45 minutes, you could go to the second video (in the post linked below) and catch a glimpse of Dr. Paul. He is the ONLY reason I have hope for America’s future. Of course, major media won’t flaunt him (or even acknowledge him) unless absolutely necessary, because Dr. Paul would bring the establishment to their knees just by following our Constitution. Our Forefathers were brilliant, and I am sure would vote for Dr. Paul themselves, if they were alive today. 🙂

          http://orples.wordpress.com/2012/04/28/off-to-support-my-candidate/

  2. Our kitty Calpurrnia wears a coat-type harness and has developed an amazing move to get herself out of it. She does a drop and roll all the while scrunching backwards. Smart critters!

  3. Hope you and NotCat had a snuggly, cozy night on board das Boot and that you’ll have a lovely few days there with some photo ops! Love hearing your waterside tales.

    Pam and Sam

    • Some sun this morning, ad warmer than anticipated but now the wind has picked up and it is chilly. I am watching the starlings, a wagtail and some ducks from the comfort of the fore cabin. A swan flew overhead a moment ago and NotCat is asleep, and possibly depressed, on the bed.

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