Retro

Do we, don’t we?

There we were all ready to set off to the sani-station for a water top up, and get rid of rubbish…
 
We’ll go about 1pm eh? Yeh fine, hope no-one takes our spot. (As previously stated it’s choca round here).
 
First Obstacle:
 
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Delayed by an hour, eventually someone pulled it in (hire boat).
By this time, to coin a phrase, we were “in two minds about it.” Which to me, is a silly way of making a statement with ref to reaching a conclusion about anything
 
I got some great photos of other obstacles that presented themselves along the way – but the card wasn’t in the camera – go on, tell me off for never looking at the info screen. If it gave a warning noise I’d sit up and listen… So there’s no photos at all, and you’ll have to take my word for this scintillating experience…
 
After we’d set off we encountered a (moving) hire boat out of control and had to use the bow thruster in order to avoid collision, they managed to swerve the right way at the last possible second…
 
Then we arrive at the destination to find there’s a boat already at the sani-station, fair enough, but we had nowhere else to go except a private mooring. Turns out we knew the lady who’s mooring it is – she used to be next door to us at the marina. The guy on the mooring next door totally understood and helped us in…
 
Amazing isn’t it how boaters on the towpath side who’ve been there for two weeks rather than two days can frown and moan in judgement…? Fortunately neither of the residents of the two boats with attitude problems actually said anything directly to us. If they had, they’d have got more than “the look,” it would’ve been a gob full…
 
So while we’re sat there waiting, a boat towing another boat moors up in the winding hole which is where we were headed next. Now they did get a telling off, and ironically had to move along to the private mooring behind where we were sat. Again another miss by a whisker…
 
Eventually, after a fair bit of shuffling around with boats moored either side, and those passing through, (even a narrowboat would’ve struggled). We managed to get ourselves installed at the sani-station…
 
Meantime the winding hole was now clear, till a 70 footer tried to get in there. The guy was no novice, but ended up with the rudder well and truly STUCK on the other side, with the boat across the canal…
 
So basically, we couldn’t get anywhere till he’d finished, the guys behind us couldn’t get anywhere till we’d buggered off, and the word mayhem doesn’t cover it. Eventually the 70 foot guy came in at a different angle, after a sum total of half an hour of fiddling about it worked. Which meant the rest of us could move on and get on with our lives…
 
Fortunately when we got back here, one of the boats had buggered off, so we’ve (almost) got the same spot. The only potential problem being the rather LARGE pile of cowpat size dog poo situated on the towpath about half way down the boat. In fact it can clearly be seen from the kitchen whilst cooking and washing up. As I said to Dave, just pretend it’s some new kind of foliage…
 
IN SUMMARY THEN: Even when two minds think alike it isn’t always the best or brightest decision anyway. But if one manages despite the odds, it’s done now so sod it…
 
PS: Last night at the pub we were dancing in the street – literally. Takes me back to the days when Wigan Casino was my mecca. Age limit: Over 18, I started going there age 16… Rebel Rebel…

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