BB has new neighbours. Just across the river.
Five black fluffy moorhen chicks…
A delight to watch.
And as they grow older and bolder, they come a whole lot closer to my boat…
Which is great.
They even venture onto my ‘lawn’ now…
Tempted by scraps.
Mum even gets up the tree…
Stealing food from the little birds…
Who normally dine here.
I never knew that moorhens could climb trees. We live and learn.
Against all the odds, the moorhen five has survived intact, to date, I’m pleased to say.
We’ve done our bit by throwing bread on the water (or the lawn), which one or both parents make a dash for then feed to their young…
Beak to beak.
Sometimes the fish beat them to it…
But a delight to watch whatever. Well, it keeps me off the streets.
And there really is no place I’d rather be.
Another new neighbour…
Peter, a thoroughly nice chap, is doing up an old Broads cruiser, which he aims to sell on when finished. He’ll be looking for a narrowboat next. Good man.
Some of the old neighbours are getting a little naughty – escaping and giving me the fright of my life the other morning as I stepped off the boat. Not what I was expecting to see…
Mooching right by my jetty.
John saved the day though, chasing them away…
Otherwise I’d have had to phone work with, possibly, the most implausible excuse for lateness/absence ever.
Notice how the camera shake disappears as the Highlands do likewise.
Now this sighting had me puzzled for a while…
Is it a bird…?
Is it a plane…?
No, I think it’s…
The John…!
He’s been hacking back the willows and feeding the goats…
Who love it…
As do the horses…
And now of course they love the John.
He got the call the other day when the goats escaped. All he had to do was wave some willow and walk in the direction they needed to go and they followed him, right back home. Pied Piper or what…?
You need to know – or I need to tell you – that I do get out sometimes. Maybe not enough though.
John and I accompanied a friend into the big city last week to look up the house where his grandfather had lived.
We frittered a whole £11 each on a day’s travel pass, which gave us unlimited travel to, from and around the city for the day. I thought that was excellent, given that from here to Stansted (a stone’s throw) on the train is £12!!
Anyway, we found the street in Islington…
But, sadly, the house is no more. Swallowed up by the City of London University but we think the house would have been about here…
A most enjoyable day though, culminating in a visit to a pub…
By the canal wouldn’t you know…
Regents Canal, to be precise, one on which John and BB have cruised Hobo a couple of times now. Nice.
Just can’t stay away from the water – or the pub for that matter.
Here’s one of John and friend – also a John so we call him Shirley…
Only because that’s his surname you understand. My two handsome escorts for the day.
As I’ve been writing the weather has been busy…
Storm’s a’brewing.
And as you know, I’m easily distracted – especially if it involves moody skies, thunder and lightning, rain, high winds, blue skies and sunshine. Well, today we’ve had the lot, about in that order.
Speaking of distractions…
This is right outside my window, the one right in front of my chair. I didn’t think they’d ever get this brave but sometimes it’s good to be wrong.
I’m still waiting for the woodpeckers to arrive here. They’re about, I’ve seen them on the wing, but so far they haven’t stopped by here. Perhaps they like a different sort of food – wood maybe. Will have to experiment.
So who spotted this in the background of one of the earlier shots…?
Clever John has made a sawhorse, which he is putting to good use making lots of Morso Squirrel sized nuggets ready for colder times. I’m busy stacking this to dry out. Word is this can take a couple of years but I doubt it’ll hang around that long. Besides, these are small logs – weeny ones – so won’t take as long. Well that’s my story.
Lucky for me, I had some prepared earlier. Yes, I had to light the little stove last night – just a little fire to take off the chill. Maybe it was yesterday’s storms but it seems to be degrees cooler – today too – please don’t tell me it’s autumn already.
Anyway, it did the trick and warmed up Hobo nicely. Just the job.
I hope to be able to write more of the little boat soon. It’s coming along, bit by bit, and John is devising and making some pretty neat storage solutions. But there’s never enough time is there?
We are also part way through re-working Hobo’s engine room – a job we’ve talked about so often. The woodwork (cupboards etc) has always been a bit wonky and just removing a couple of screws saw the whole lot collapse. But that’s a good thing. We can set about implementing our long awaited plans for smarter storage – start afresh with a better idea.
The stern gland greaser and bilge pump switch are both inaccessible so will be moved and the 12 volt wiring and fusebox need work – lots of work – by way of a damn good tidy. Good housekeeping really.
I’ve been threatening forever to clean and paint all those black holes one finds in engine rooms with white/silver in order to light up the space and make it more usable. It will also make it easier to find those things one inevitably drops in said awkward places.
Now the floorboards are up and the whole room has been emptied of clutter (a task in itself) I have no excuse and tomorrow and Wednesday are my days off so looks like I could be busy.
I’ll try and get some before and after shots, which might make a little more sense of what I’m on about here and, you never know, you might find some of it useful.
I’m thinking…
Again. I do hate to feel cold.
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