I am hoping MasterB will come and join me on the foredeck, then maybe venture ashore while it is still light and sunny. There's no one around. I can't even see any geese or cows in the field next door, though birds are singing and insects drone as they fly by me.
It has been a gorgeous day, perfect July weather, mid 20s degrees C, though it felt hotter this afternoon and I revised my plan to sit out here and stayed with MasterB in the rear cabin. That was a bit of a revelation. I don't usually spend much time looking out of the back of the boat when we are in the marina. It's perfect for bird watching. Birds were swooping about, skimming over the water to catch insects. The swallows were silent and graceful, but there was another bird in significant numbers that made splashy noisy contact with water. It had a forked tail and the same sort of wings as swallows, but was much bigger, and white with a black head. I reached for my bird book, the one I keep saying I am going to replace, wondering if there was a type of swallow I had never heard of. That would be eminently possible as an ornithologist I am not. But I think it's a Tern, a type of gull. I don't recall seeing them here before, at least not in such large numbers, which is another argument for an up to date bird book.
Before the day warmed up I did some boat cleaning. Armed with the water pump, the hose, an old toothbrush and an even older J cloth, I washed slime from the port side of the boat. My goodness it was dirty. I think I jet hosed it last summer, but you'd never have guessed. I had intended to do some jet washing today as well, to clean the stuff that stops me slipping and sliding on the gunwale, but the slime removal took longer than I expected, and when I went inside it was evident MasterB was not happy. For starters he had thrown up all over the but of carpet that sits in front of the sink. Another thing to wash.
So I curbed my enthusiasm, unplugged and disconnected everything, left them on the gravel to drain and dry while I showered. When I went to put them away a few hours later I found them boiling with ants, flying ants. Today is evidently the day when ants sprout wings, and the spot they were doing it here was in front of my boat. They have all dispersed now and the evening is left to dragonflies, bees butterflies and other things I can't name. Leaping fish make loud splashes, there's a bird that has been calling all day that sounds like a phone alarm. Goodness knows what that is. Every now and then cows I can't see low from the other side of the river.
I did think of going home tonight. It's cool enough to drive now, but I've had a can of lager so I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning, and hope MasterB lets me sleep. Last night, despite an hour's shore leave (in harness) he was full of go. I watched his efforts at sliding the windows open and was a fairly aghast. Two paws and a lot of determination. He failed, but so did my nerve, and I closed and l locked all windows, then still got up periodically to check he hadn't somehow achieved his ambition. Now the bolt on the door is suddenly dodgy, and I don't want him to find he can force that instead. Hence the attempts to get him out and about now.
But although he has watched me, he hasn't yet joined me. I'll prepare my meal in a minute and bring it outside to eat. Maybe he'll be more sociable then. Tomorrow we return to the Smoke. Older Nephew is coming to visit on W den sandy to be inducted into MasterB care, for he is to catsit while I am at Cousin's next week. He's already expressed an interest in our local pub, so I had better do him a list of local places to eat and drink.