Nothing much to report since all the excitement of last month’s move, except to say that I am enjoying different views…
Just across the water in my little ditch.
It’s a fact that you only have to move a mile or so along the river to gain a completely different perspective. Any new mooring brings a fresh outlook and my little jaunt round to Moorhen is no exception.
I can actually see the sunset better from here…
My old spot on Lockside was brilliant for sunrises…
But, if you know me at all, you’ll know I didn’t get to see many of those!
Hobo has turned a full 180 from where she was.
The full moon as seen from Hobo’s bow was stunning…
The soundtrack is different too. Notably, I hear more human noises, but I’m getting used to that and it’s OK. I still get to enjoy the owls hooting but now also the cows mooing. I continue to hear Mildenhall’s finest overhead and, if it sounds interesting, I can still jump up and do plane spotting.
Water levels are incredibly low at the moment – Hobo is only inches off the bottom. I can see right under the decking…
Which is weird.
As viewed from the kitchen sink, the grass would normally be at eye level but at the moment I get a reflection of me washing up!
Suffice to say that Foxy and I are happy here and enjoying our new home…
I’m loving the benefits of being close to the car, services and simplified deliveries of coal, gas etc. I am not missing The Long Trek at all, and Foxy is eagerly exploring and establishing his new territory…
There’s a short-haired black cat he interacts with. They stare at each other and make weird noises – not sure if it’s a love or hate relationship.
Time will tell.
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