Back on the Boat Again

Oh it’s a hard life: leaving London in the rain and driving east to where the forecast says it’s dry, and finding it’s true. Watching the sunset go down with a glass of cider close at hand. My window frames slightly cleaner than when I arrived. Not difficult that; you could have planted potatoes in them when I got here.

Only one thing missing to make it a perfect evening. MasterB has remained in London with the lovely neighbours. It made the cleaning easier; I vacuumed, and where Cat thought the vacuum was a love rival, MasterB thinks it is a dangerous alien.

Between cleaning and dinner (and there is more cleaning to be done if anyone would like to volunteer), I went for a walk. Harvested hay; flowers by the verge, slows; cyclists enjoying the fine evening; a lone swan when I got back to the marina.

I haven’t been here enough this summer, and now autumn has us in her sights. So often I have thought that I should sell the boat. I bought it as a base to stay on when I visited Mother. This summer was to be the first time it really got my attention. It hasn’t happened. But for the moment I shall keep it. If I pop my clogs, the plan is that it will become Elder Nephew’s. I felt my breathing change when I walked between the fields. Londoner though I have become, my roots are in the country. Now if my premium bonds could just come up, maybe I come up with a perfect life.

The quiet here is so complete you can hear it. There isn’t even a weed nibbling swan tonight. The geese seem to have forgotten to quarrel, and the cows have moved off to another field. I seem to be the only person here. How rare; what bliss. I have become so used to living cheek by jowl with thousands of others, sometimes I forget what real quiet is.

There’s not enough oomph in the Internet signal to upload photos tonight. I am hoping it will cope with the words.

Maybe tomorrow.

In the meantime, sweet dreams, and enjoy the last days of August.

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13 thoughts on “Back on the Boat Again

  1. I have lots of sadness at the moment so this post was wonderful to read. I would love you to email me some of that peace. Enjoy it while you can. Bottle it to take home ready to fight off the winter! xxx

      • Thank you Isobel – they do. My son’s father died unexpectedly on Sunday & although we have been divorced for many years, we saw each other regualrly at ‘family dos’. My son lives about 2 hrs away so it has been hard trying to support him as he now has the care of his grandparents of 92 /93 to take over.
        Keep those photos coming!

    • Thank-you, I am, but it will be good to see the ginger ninja tomorrow. I was looking at the picture of him on Aunt’s calendar today. What a sweetheart he is.

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