This bird has become separated from her boat. How careless is that…?
It is in truth a planned separation and my version of gameful employment. I am house sitting. Or to be more precise; cat sitting.
I have been left in charge of a superb home and garden for 10/11 days. It really isn’t any hardship as said house comes complete with (amongst other things) a bath, piano, comfy sofas and a summer house; all of which I have made good use. Hobo is quite well appointed but, apart from being a summer house in itself, does not offer any of the other three – which I miss from time to time.
So I’ve wallowed in luxury in the bath (and been re-vitalised in the ‘knock your nipples off’ power shower), indulged my love of the piano (though sadly very rusty) and sunk into the sumptuous sofas as I veg in front of Sky TV on a big screen.
And I’ve enjoyed playing house.
As for the cat… she is a delight. Very vocal but endlessly affectionate. I am revelling in the love and cuddles.
Its been a long time since Lottie (my own long-dead kitty) has curled up on my lap, head butting me if I dare to stop stroking for even a second, and filling the air with much contented and very loud purring.
I like to think we’ve become firm friends, though it could just be she is missing her proper ‘mum’ and I will be consigned to history as soon as the lady of the house returns.
Isn’t she gorgeous?
Next door’s cat also comes a calling, allowing me a stroke or two, and is in fact keeping me company right now 
as I type in the shady and cool sanctuary of the summer house.
I estimate that this place is about fifteen miles north of London. From the back of the house, across the fields, the city skyline can be seen clearly – Canary Wharf, The Shard, St. Pauls and so on. Quite a sight and, in my opinion, even better at night when all the lights are a-twinkle.
So, all in all, I am in a good place. I’d show you more but it’s not mine to show…
But I do miss Hobo and have snuck back a couple of times just to drink her in. This is truly my space – I feel it the moment I set foot aboard – and where I am meant to be.
I busy myself for a couple of hours, getting on with painting the hatch replacement that John has made. He makes – I paint – he fits. The stern hatch has always been pretty horrid; a dip in the middle gathering water, which means rust…
…see what I mean? How bad is that.
So John has crafted a new one from wood, which I am busy painting. Red. Or it will be when finished.
And there will be glass recessed in for light in the engine room below. Can’t wait for it to be fitted…it’s going to be good!
Inbetween coats, I continue to prepare the roof – now with the aid of my trusty mouse. We’re getting there.
A quick look round sees ‘Gerry’ is fine
The daisies from HMF are positively blooming…
And the new herb garden is doing OK.
John’s nest boxes looking good…
Late additions so no occupants…
Maybe next year.
So now my current asignment draws to a close and the house owner is expected back tonight.
I am gradually clearing out my stuff and cleaning up after me. Eradicating all trace.
It’s a lovely home and has been an absolute pleasure. But I will be happy to be back on Hobo. Soon soon.
Boatbird
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