Hobo, the John and BB are now back on the riverbank and once again floating/walking on water. So to speak.
Marvellous. All is as it should be in boatbirdland and life carries on as (I almost hesitate to say) normal.
I may have told you that John is doing a little work on the farm here and, being multi-talented as he is, his daily tasks vary enormously. Just the way he likes it.
It could be anything from rowing dinner across the river…
To the Highlands that live over there…
To pulling a boat out and up the slipway…
And parking it. Somewhere amongst all the other projects that live on the hard.
Or it might be building a donkey shelter…
Very friendly donkeys who just love their new shelter…
Which doubles as a scratching post it seems.
Or dog kennel/run…
This is his first; the second even sports a porthole. They just get better and there’s more to build. A career in canine architecture.
All made from old wood that has accumulated here over the years. John loves to work with old wood and is making good use of everything that can be found here – sometime he’s re-cycling parts of old wooden boats that came to rest here.
I like that thought – their lives to continue and remain useful, albeit in another guise.
And BB?
Just the usual and when I’m not out at work I’ve been sky gazing…
Been some interesting ones of late. Incredible.
Feeding Swannee River…
He will also take food from your hand, quite gently, but a little tricky to photograph.
Or practising Pilates. Or strumming my guitar – or trying to.
Or cutting the nails of my left hand in order to be able to hold down the strings. Yes, I’ve sacrificed a very handy set of (fast-growing) tools to this cause so I must be serious about it.
BB has also been tending the garden…
Which has been a picture, with the flowering beans and marigolds.
Sadly, the radishes pretty much all bolted. Shame as they are my current obsession and I go through 9-10 supermarket packs a week! Will keep trying.
I’ve eaten the first of the courgettes…
Yummy and more to follow.
And the broad beans look ready now…
The colours have been glorious…
Just waiting for the nasturtiums to do their thing…
They’ve started…
Funny, I thought I bought red ones.
And Gerry, as ever, stands proud on the bow…
And his brother…
Trailing from the roof. Waiting for a neat John- style box to live in.
Red Hot Chilli Peppers…
For John.
Loving the old clay pot (a slag-heap find) complete with moss.
I’ve also been watching the little birdies…
Which of course do a disappearing act the minute I even think about thinking about switching on the camera. They have been here though – trust me, I’m a boatbird – now we’ve sussed out how to magpie-proof the fat balls by putting them behind bars.
Does anyone know what this is…?
Not just an ordinary dandelion. Seen at the seaside.
Or this…?
A most unusual poppy, sprouting magnificently from the muck heaps.
All that AND I’ve managed to put in a few hours on the little boat – MAINSTAY/TITANIC/GYPSY/PHOEBE whatever, still can’t choose. Pics and progress report to follow in the next update. Suffice to say that she’s coming along and proving to be a super, comfy, functional space that is very… John.
Speaking of concrete boats…
A very good friend of mine informed me that there was a community of concrete boat liveaboards at Burnham-on-Crouch. So, always hankering after a visit to the Essex coast, off we trotted by way of research.
Never one to give a bum steer, my old mate came up trumps again.
Though they were all on a completely different scale to our own little version, there was something about them… 
Individual…
Rustic…
This one had gorgeous gardens…
Fore…
And aft…
And charming…
A work in progress with tricky boarding. From instantly hating it, this one has become my favourite. Don’t ask me why.
Take a closer look at that jetty…
The more observant ones among you may have noticed that not all these boats were concrete – the odd steel one having snuck in.
We had hoped to pick the brains of the occupants but saw no-one about. Must have all been passed out inside out at work. It was a Wednesday afternoon; I suppose most good folk would be.
We spotted another project…
Beached across the water.
We’d also wanted to see where the Chelmer/Blackwater joined the sea so, after a quick bit of smartphone googling, we headed off to Maldon. A lock-side pub called to us so we sat awhile there before strolling along the beautiful, clear river, taking in the different craft moored there, the wildlife and generally breathed it all in.
Aaaah! Lovely day out.
Back at the funny farm, I’ve made a fabulous new feline friend but more of that in the next post.
Oh alright then…
Just a taster.
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