Just a few photos tonight from the boat. I have not been in great spirits today, and I’m going to have an early night and hope that dos the trick. Michèle thinks the period we are now is putting us all under great strain, with lockdown easing but not over, the prospect of an imminent recession of biblical proportions, a future which seems precarious. She’s right I think. Lockdown is ending not with a bang but a whimper and the messages are very confused. I can hope that it’s this strain which is making my bossy neighbour behave as she does, it is probably what is amplifying my anxieties in response; feeling trapped, not sure in which direction we are headed. I shall be glad to get back to the boat next week to take delivery of my repaired seating cushion and find a balm in nature.
MasterB will be able to renew his acquaintance with the ducks.
Hopefully it’s be sunny and he can perfect sleeping on his back.
Although he is always trying to persuade me to give him his freedom at night at the marina I am fearful. So he is allowed ashore, accompanied by me, and in his harness. I feel if I were to move to the country with a safe garden, I should see him displaying some very different behaviours.
These walks usually take place as the sun sets, so while he watches, sniffs and explores, I enjoy the views.
I don’t think I’ll be introducing him to Rio anytime soon, but I’d be very happy to see the puppy again.
Stay safe, keep well.