Lockdown on a Boat (Coronavirus)

Is it as good as it sounds?

We’re all experiencing this interesting time in our own way.

Sad girl looking out of barred window. Lock down.
Photo by PRATAP CHHETRI on Unsplash

Most of the world has some form of lockdown or lifestyle restriction and they change very quickly. People don’t always know what their exact restrictions are – in the last few days I’ve had a few people talk about not being able to exercise for more than an hour and not more than a mile away from their home. That’s not a rule in the UK! At the moment we are allowed out to exercise once a day. There is no time restriction on our exercising and no maximum distance we can travel to do it. (Although we are only supposed to be making essential journeys – a lovely countryside walk is not.) There is a lot of misinformation, but the general advice is to stay home unless essential, wash hands regularly and stay 2m away from people. I suspect that’s the same in most places.

Quite a few people have told me how lucky I am to be locked down on a boat. That I can move whenever I want a different view. At the beginning of this, I thought the same but that’s not the case.

Boats are allowed to move for essential purposes (only lived on boats – leisure boats are not allowed to move at all). They can move for water, emptying the toilet, etc. That’s it. Not because we want to have a different view for a little while. It makes sense. Movement in a boat is still movement. Although it’s a bit sad, looking at the lovely quiet river and not being able to use it. A bit like seeing how empty Trafalgar Square is and not being able to visit. It’s the same for all of us.

What is it actually like?

Being locked down on a boat is a bit harder than in a house.

Space

The kitchen is quite small so there’s not much space to store food. We usually do a small amount of shopping every day. Now, we can’t do that. We’re having to find creative places to store things and when we shop we have to make choices (when there’s enough stuff to make a choice!) that are sensible in terms of storage, as well as nutrition and longevity. We have a tiny freezer compartment in our smaller than average fridge. It’s big enough for about one and a half loaves of bread. So we are not stockpiling or panic buying!

Waste

We usually take our recycling to the local recycling centre, but that’s shut. So we are trying to store it until the recycling centre is open again. We try to buy things without much packaging – but that’s harder at the moment. Like everyone – we are limited by what is available and making as few trips as possible.

Water

We’re trying to make sure we get water once a week so that if we have to self isolate we will not run out of water. Not many houses have to consider that!

People

I hadn’t expected the increase in walkers, though. There is a steady stream of people walking along the opposite bank. I’d expected to it to be deserted outside, but it seems like the world and his dog are walking adjacent to my boat! It feels a bit public when I’m hanging up the underwear to dry or still wearing my (beautiful and incredibly sexy) fluffy red dressing gown at 10:30 in the morning!

By far the biggest thing for us (ironically) is space. We have 3 adults in a 60’x10′ area (actually about 12 feet less, once you take off space for the bow and stern). That’s not a lot of room. We usually manage by going out a lot. We used to dance most nights of the week, where we would meet other people and socialise which gave us time away from each other and with other people. I usually write from the library or cafes.
Now, I am writing sat on the sofa and we are all together an awful lot.

View from a boat window
The view from my window , in a rare moment when there weren’t any people on the footpath.

It will be dire if any of us catch the Covid-19 virus. The boat isn’t big enough to be able to isolate any of us. I suspect it will make for a very unpleasant time!

Ygr Mr BBB was starting a new business venture (GamesHub) which he’s had to stop and his freelancing work has dried up, which will make it harder for him to finance GamesHub when the restrictions are lifted. But he doesn’t have a family to feed, kids to clothe, bills to pay. It could be so much worse.

I guess that’s the point. It could be so much worse.

We have a beautiful view out of the window. We can still go out for walks and the weather is being kind – this would be much harder in a flood! Mr BBB works from home anyway so that’s unaffected, giving us a stable income. I’ve been baking more now I have more time, and we’re all enjoying the results!

I miss my friends and family, but I’m okay. And okay is good enough for the time being.

Writing a Boat into a Storm!

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Crazy Dave, surveying the river. At least he has a life ring! Photo – Rachel Dodman

Boating into Rough Seas

We’re still on our travels. We cruised to a different county (county – not country!) last week – for the first time! It has been quite an experience. We have travelled along rivers that could fit ships and rivers that can’t fit much more than a canoe! We’re getting quite good at unsticking the boat when she beaches on the shallow bits of the river and we have found some lovely locations. I’ll blog more about our travels in another post – something for you to look forward to!

We’re not going to travel much in the next couple of days though because the weather looks awful. We’d get blown to Oz! It’s ‘Batten down the hatches’ time, again. We’ll make sure we’re well tied on and wait out the storm. Better move Crazy Dave incase he gets blown into the river!
At least it will give me time on the boat to do more writing!

Writing on the Boat!

I have been busy on Medium.com this week, even while travelling on the boat! Some articles are still with the publishers, but this one is ready.

Medium.com: Don’t Worry About Getting Old…

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Photo by Huyen Nguyen on Unsplash

It caused quite a debate about the spelling of the word ‘ageing’. It turns out that it’s ‘ageing’ in the UK and ‘aging’ in the US – just when I thought I knew all of the UK/US differences! In the end I settled on ‘Getting Old’!

If any of you are worried about us during this stormy weather – don’t be! We’ve weathered storms before. At least this one is short and we have water! Not like Storm Gareth!

How we survived the last storm!

Boat Life Isn’t One Long Holiday!

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The BBB on her travels. Rachel Dodman

A roamin’!

We’re off on our travels again. We live on a boat – what’s the point of having a home that moves and never moving it? It’d be like storing chocolate on a shelf and only ever looking at it!

A lot of people say things like ‘Going on holiday – you’re always on holiday!’ and ‘Life must be one long holiday for you guys?’. It’s not really like that, I don’t think anyone can live as if they’re permanently on holiday – I’d become very unhealthy and spend far too much money!

Working Worries.

We live on a lovely boat which is often peaceful and tranquil, but we all work. We aren’t on one permanent holiday.

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Superheroes! artwork by Rachel Dodman (sorry!)

Mr BBB works for an IT company (he’s a Database Dude), Ygr Mr BBB is a Brilliant CAD Bod and I do the writing that you guys see (these posts, novellas, occasional extras for my email subscribers and regular extras for my Patreon supporters) as well as writing that you guys don’t see (articles for marketing, magazines and the writing that doesn’t get published). So, we are all busy making a living. Boat life is cheaper than bricks and mortar life – but we still need money.

When we travel we have to consider our lives as well as our travels. We would all love to be able to just jump in the boat and zoom off (at 4mph) without a care in the world – but we can’t.

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What people imagine!
Photo by Ruslan Alekso from Pexels

Mr BBB works from home, which means he is working. Not cruising a boat! He can cruise in his lunch break, before and after work – but he still has to work at least 7.5 hours a day.

Yr Mr BBB doesn’t work from home – he works from work. His work hours are from 8-5 and he needs to know where the boat is going to be when he gets home! He likes it when we cruise towards his work because it makes his daily commute is a bit shorter.
Who doesn’t want a shorter commute?!
But it creates some additional issues. We can’t travel after he’s home because his car ends up in the wrong place.
For example: after work Yr Mr BBB has parked in town A. We all travel on the boat to town B but his car is still in town A.
To manage after work cruising one of us has to move Yr Mr BBB’s car while the other two helm the boat! (That’s one of the reasons Mr BBB and I don’t have a car – it was never in the right place). We also have to find moorings where he can easily access the car. A lot of moorings are quite remote and the nearest parking can be a mile or two away.

So, to recap – we have to travel in daylight hours, fitting travelling around work. Theoretically we could have an hour in the morning between 8 and 9 am (after Yr Mr BBB has gone to work and before Mr BBB starts work). That hour is often spent doing other things – washing up, making an early start on work stuff, popping to the shop… but travelling would be possible.

When Can We Travel?

We can travel for an hour in Mr BBB’s lunch break.

We can travel after both Mr BBBs finish work as long as one of us moves the car.

We can only travel in the daylight and between 8am and 8pm, or people get upset.

My job is awesome. I can take a bit of time out here and there and make it up later on – but I can’t manoeuvre the boat on my own.

So…while we love travelling – it makes us all happier to be out and about – we are definitely NOT on a big lifelong holiday! Travelling involves a lot of negotiating!

Future Freedom!

It will be easier in the future though – when my writing is making a fortune, I can employ Mr BBB as my Editor/Publicist/Designer/Planner and he can cruise during the day with no problems!

Heart Melting Moments

I was walking through town this afternoon and I saw a couple of young lads, maybe 12 years old. One was guiding the other with a hand on the back of his neck. As I got nearer I realised that one of the lads had additional needs and the hand on his neck was supportive for him. It was quite heartwarming, watching the way one lad was supporting the other as they navigated the busy High Street. Moving as one. It was a momentary snapshot of someone else’s life, and it made me smile.

Photo by Ba Phi from Pexels

The two boys reminded me of my own kids when they were younger and the support they gave each other. The times when the youngest (as a toddler) translated his brother’s sign language, when he defended him against bullies and when he could work out what was bothering his brother. Usually when adults couldn’t figure it out!

Many years ago I used to run a preschool group for little children with additional needs. I met some amazing kids and some equally amazing parents and some fantastic siblings. I’m not trying to suggest that life is always lovely and easy. It is downright tough sometimes – but it’s the connections that we make on the way through the awful times that keep us going and allow us to celebrate the good times. Help a friend through the tears and you will appreciate the laughter so much more.

Thinking about the two lads, my kids, and the families I’ve met over the years – has made me think about Joe in Downhill From Wednesday. About how people support each other; parents, siblings, friends. It made me think about the things that people with additional needs manage on a day to day basis. The challenges and successes. And the attempts and failures. The support from those who care about them that helps create the successes. The extra ‘above and beyond’ support that’s given from those who are paid low wages to care and support. People like Lindsey in Downhill. There are ‘Lindsey’s’, parents, siblings and friends in every town, working their socks off right now with a common, selfless, aim.

Here’s a big shout out to them! A big pat on the back and a high 5 to you all!

Madame Rachel Sholet! Wombling Free!

It is very cold everywhere in the UK at the moment. We are in the grip of Storm Emma, which is bringing subzero temperatures and plenty of snow.

I have already written about snow on a boat (Christmas on a boat! With snow!)and about the issues with water (A boat drought?!) (we can’t fill up because the hose freezes and the outside tap is frozen). I am not going to write about the challenges of emptying chemical toilets when it is snowing and the disposal point has frozen, or even about the enjoyment of making tracks in the snow with the trolley and watching the falling snow rub them out! Or about icicles on the boat, or about the beautiful patterns the ice makes on the canopy window. You can guess all of that, I expect!

You also know about our decision to sell the car (For the love of the car, or not?). It was sold on Monday when it was cold, sunny and there were occasional snow flurries, and it seemed like a great idea! On Tuesday we walked (because we no longer had a car) to drop off the MOT certificate in a blizzard. Since then it has been incredibly cold and as snowy as Siberia! The cows have snow settling on their backs! The boats all have icicles on icicles. And we are walking everywhere! Yesterday, we walked to get tea bags and coal – we really needed them by the time we got back! Still, at least we’re staying fit!

Bungo, the Womble. Taken from Wikipedia

Since you already know about the problems of snow on boats, I am going to tell you about Wombles! I am not sure whether The Wombles really traveled outside the UK, so for the benefit of readers in other countries, The Wombles was a fantastic TV programme aimed at preschool children in the 1970s. Wombles were small furry creatures who lived in Wimbledon common in London. They were the original ‘Eco Warriors’.  They would travel around Wimbledon Common (as the title song says) ‘Making good use of the things that we find, the things that the everyday folk leave behind..’. They would collect things, take them into their burrow and turn them into things that were useful. We would call it Upcycling!

Mr BBB and a couple of friends have called me Womble for a while. Apparently, I look a bit Womble-like, when I have my coat and hat on. I wasn’t totally happy about this to start off with, I couldn’t see the similarities. I am short, but Wombles are much shorter. They are furry. They have long fox-like noses, and big ears. Then I thought about a bit more and I started to see what my friends meant. Wombles are quite cute little things. They are (almost) always happy and can always see the benefit of unwanted things. Maybe (forgetting the large ears and noses) it was a compliment.

I have decided to follow my inner womble. I wander around near the river collecting things most people don’t notice! Currently, I am collecting pine cones and small/ medium pieces of wood to use on the burner. I will Womble around with a bag or a trolley looking for things, wearing my woolly hat, gloves and scarf! The wind has done a great job of blowing bits off the trees ready for me to collect!

While I accept that I am quite ‘Womble’, there are some differences (other than the visual ones!). When I go Wombling in the cold, I get colder than a polar bear with alopecia! Wombles don’t seem to mind. Their teeth chatter because they are cold, but they warm up very quickly. I think it’s to do with the fur. If I get very cold- I am cold for hours. It takes me ages to warm up. The best way to survive the cold and to get properly warm is a warm bath, but we don’t have a bath. So I have found that booking into a spa is the next best thing!

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A lovely spa!

A few hours with saunas and jacuzzis/hydrotherapy baths has me all sorted again. It seems like a reasonable trade-off; bath for the occasional winter spa trip! I think a Womble in a spa would find it too hot and would smell of wet dog!

The second best way to survive the cold is a nice glass of something warming in a local pub, with a roaring open fire.

The view from my bedroom!

I have never seen an episode where the Wombles went to the pub! And I don’t think they drink alcohol. A drunk Womble is a strange thing to imagine! They are quite mad when they are sober!

I think channeling our inner womble is a good idea, Re-use what you can, and don’t be afraid to be creative! Stay positive- always see the use/benefit in things, people, and situations. Don’t be self-conscious, be practical! And work together.

But remember that you are not a womble- and do what it takes for a human to be warm! Enjoy the cosy nights by the fire and be grateful it doesn’t singe your fur!

Rachel- the hairless Womble!

 

For the love of the car, or not?

 

It’s miserable here today.

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Grey and cold

Grey and wet. Typical English winter. Cold- but not frosty or snowy. And wet. Very wet. Muddy. Not nice at all.

I need to collect some wood, do some shopping and empty the loo. But it is not nice out there. The car is having a service, so I’m on foot. But I wouldn’t have used the car anyway. It is a 10-minute walk to the car and by the time I have done that, I might as well walk to wherever I’m going! It keeps me fit. Before the boat, I was a dog walker/pet carer so I am used to walking a lot!

We are finding that the car is not very practical as it is often in a different town to the boat, which makes using it a bit tricky! So we have been considering selling it. It makes sense. It is awkward to find somewhere to park it, it doesn’t often get used and costs a lot to keep.

But it is a really hard thing to do. It’s odd. If it were a coat I’d say ‘It doesn’t fit, is not practical and I never wear it- so I’ll sell it (or give it away)!’. But that is much harder with a car!

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Not what our car is like!

It’s quite an emotional decision, which would make sense if we had a little sporty number, a vintage car, or a car with a strong emotional attachment. But we don’t! We have a Ford Tourneo Connect. A van that has been made into a car. It was amazing for dog walking and brilliant for camping. It did a great job of helping us move house, but it is not a ‘personality car’. It doesn’t have a name and it really is just a car.

 

So why is it hard to not have?

It’s not THE car that is hard to not have, it’s A car that is hard not to have. We have always had a car. We knew it was there if we needed it. It’s like a safety net. But when we are thinking about it logically we don’t need it.

What about shopping? We haven’t used the car for shopping for a long time. We didn’t do that before we moved onto the boat!

What about GP appointments? If we are near the car, we are probably also near the GP! If not, we will have to use another GP, like you do if you’re ill on holiday.

What about going away or visiting people? We will save money by not having a car. We can spend a little of those savings on hiring a car if public transport isn’t going to be practical.pexels-photo.jpg

The biggest problem is going to be getting gas. We often buy it from a petrol station (in a car- the bottle is very heavy), but we can get it from a marina if we are organised enough, which shouldn’t be too hard. A bottle lasts about 3 months and we have two, so we have three months to get a new one before we need it!

So, you see, the car is just an expense and there is no need to keep it.

But I have just spent this time writing this post to put off going out in the cold and rain because I know the car (that I wouldn’t use) isn’t there!

Totally crackpot!

 

Christmas on a boat! With snow!

With Christmas parties and things, it’s been a while since I have blogged- and I have so much to tell you! But one thing at a time- I can’t tell you everything in one go, you’ll just have to wait!

A boat sized Christmas tree

Christmas has come to The Big Blue Boat. We gave our tree to a charity shop because there was nowhere to put it! But that hasn’t stopped the boat looking festive! As always, we just had to be a bit more creative! I have attacked the windows with tinsel and baubles.

Lights by Yr Mr BBB

Younger Mr Blue Boat has been making lights with LEDs and insulation foam! We have a range of festive ducks and small trees running along the gunnel.

We have stuck the Christmas cards up with blue tack- lots of pretty snow scenes, which is generally the nearest this area ever gets to snow near Christmas!

SNOW!

Apart from this year! We generally get a few flakes of snow in February- we think there is a lot if there is enough to make a snowman. This year, about 2 weeks before Christmas we awoke to a beautiful snow scene!

I love snow. I like making footprints in it, I love hearing it creak as I step on it, I love watching it. I don’t much enjoy snowball fights, but I like watching them with a mug of something mulled in my hands!

But this is the first time I have experienced snow on a boat. I had no idea how it would be! Rain is noisy on the boat, a bit like on a caravan roof, but snow is silent. So it surprised us. Inside the boat, we were lovely and warm. Even the canopy area was not bitterly cold. We donned our gloves and hats and ventured outside to see how the boat was looking. The ropes were still tied securely and the canopies were holding up with the weight of the snow. We had plenty of coal, and the fire was puffing along well, so all seemed good.

The beginning of the ramp

Having established that the boat was fine, we decided to venture into town. Maybe find a hot sausage roll and later a pint or two. Great idea. Then I looked at the ramp… We were moored at the Priory Centre in St Neots, which is a great mooring. There is a water tap and the pontoon rises with the water, which makes it much safer than mooring with our mooring pins. But, it has a slope to get off the pontoon, a slope of, I guess, around 50 degrees. This is normally fine… But not in the snow! One step forward, one slide back down. There is a handrail, and eventually I hauled myself up, knowing it would seem harder on the way back down! Especially after a drink…

I needn’t have worried though. I think the alcohol helped! I didn’t slip, not even once!

Then we got to Christmas.

We decided to have Christmas Pizza for dinner on Christmas Day.

Christmas Pudding, BBB style!

We had pizzas with the crusts stuffed with sausage meat stuffing, a gravy sauce (rather than tomato) and turkey and sausages on top. They were delicious!

While I was making the dough a couple moored up in front of us. Yr Mr BBB went over to wish them a  Merry Christmas and invited them over for a mug of mulled cider, which was mulling on the coal stove. It was like a scene from a Christmas film! It turned out that the couple, Megan and James, were taking their family out for a cruise, on Christmas Day!

Our first Christmas on the BBB was an overwhelming success! And we even had snow! Roll on the new year!

 

 

A tribute to the tributes!

My life is very boat related, but not everything is about the boat. I do occasionally step off the deck.

Recently I stepped off board and went on a train to London! No water involved, this time. We were going, with a couple of friends, to see The Iron Maidens in London. They were awesome, everything you would expect from an Iron Maiden tribute band, plus more.

When I bought the tickets I put a lot of thought into what format I would like them in. We have a printer but it’s not easy to use. It is stored in a cupboard and not plugged in, so print at home tickets didn’t seem like a good option. We were booking tickets a couple of weeks before the show, so I didn’t want them posted, in case they didn’t arrive in time. That left the eticket option. Great- tickets purchased, and good to go.

On the way to London, I tried to download the tickets from the email. It looked like my phone had done it…

Once we arrived at the venue, I checked my phone for the downloaded tickets. The download had disappeared along with the email. Gmail seemed to be down, so it was only seeing certain emails- and not the one I needed! Our friends went in while we sorted ourselves out.

Thinking that the problem was a ‘lack of data’ problem we walked to a 4g area, but still couldn’t find the tickets. Next, we tried using WiFi at a coffee shop. My fingers were so cold they weren’t working properly, so I defrosted with a nice hot chocolate. But still, the email with tickets and the download were not there. 

For an hour or so, while Mr BBB and I were trying to beat my phone into compliance, our friends were in the venue, arguing with the ticket office! Our friends were saying that the venue could check that we had bought tickets, by checking our names. The lady in the ticket office was saying that she couldn’t. Absolutely not! We could have bought the tickets and then sold them on, and then someone would get in free. After a couple of phone calls, I suggested that I could show proof of purchase using the banking app on my phone. The ticket office lady was having none of it. Until my friend asked to see the manager- then the lady suggested we come to the office and she would see what she could do! She looked at the ticket numbers on her computer and checked the payment on my phone and let us in. It wasn’t impossible at all!

We walked into the venue as The Iron Maidens came on stage. They didn’t have a supporting act, so we didn’t miss anything! They played as well as Iron Maiden, and did an amazing show, with plenty of props and life-sized Eddies (Iron Maiden’s mascot). Ripping guitar solos, awesome lighting- a fantastic show!Check them out at  http://www.theironmaidens.com/

A few days after we got home we checked the post and found two tickets for The Iron Maidens! I have no idea what we downloaded on the train, but it wasn’t the tickets! Oops!

St Ives, I love you, but….

St Ives bridge by night

St Ives has to be one of the prettiest Market towns I’ve visited. Steeped in history and very quaint. But our visit to this picturesque little town wasn’t all it seemed.

A lock- the windlass goes on the vertical pole in the foreground

We spent a few days getting here. There are a lot of locks in this area. It is to do with the watermills from days gone by (most of them are pubs now, so it’s not all bad…). But that makes it harder to navigate. And very energetic! We lost a windlass (the handle that you use to open the paddles on lock gates), which makes navigating quite hard! We knew that there was a good chandlery in St Ives, so managed by using a big adjustable spanner on the locks, which is very fiddly!

We spent a night at a mooring near a lovely quaint pub, Brampton Mill. There is a nice long stretch of moorings, and there were no other boats. We needed to use our mooring pins (like very big tent pegs- you hammer them into the ground and tie the boat ropes to them when there isn’t anything else to tie to). As Mr BBB was bashing the mooring pins in, I could see flies milling around near the ground. Then Mr BBB noticed a wasp on his sleeve- they were not flies, we were hammering into a wasps nest! I saw the multitude of wasps swarming around, so put my hood up and covered my hands with my sleeves to protect myself while I went to remove the mooring pin from the nest. As I pulled the pin out of the ground (feeling rather brave) my head started to hurt. It turned out that I had trapped a wasp in my hood! Wasp stings on the head are incredibly painful! I tried antihistamine cream, which was very hard to apply, under my hair. I tried ice. Nothing made all that much difference, so we went to the pub and I treated the sting with white wine, which worked, a bit. At least- I didn’t care that it hurt as much after the wine!

Under the trees…

We navigated to St Ives and moored up in a mooring next to the Dolphin Hotel. Well, we tried to… The water levels were quite low, so we beached (I believe that technically we ‘bottomed out) so we then had to spend some time moving the boat off of the bottom of the river bed! The moorings outside the hotel were deeper, so we moored there for the night.

St Ives is beautiful. Its crown is the town bridge, which dates from the 15th century. It was partially destroyed during the English Civil War and replaced with a drawbridge. The drawbridge section was rebuilt in the mid 16th century, and the arches are different styles on the newer and older sections. It has a tiny chapel on the bridge, which was built with the bridge in the 15th century. It was used as a residential dwelling (what a house!) until the early 20th century. Visitors can have a look around by collecting a key from the Norris Museum or the Town Hall.

The riverfront in St Ives is beautiful. There are restaurants, cafes, and parkland. There are plenty of old buildings, it is a shame to walk around without looking up- you would miss so much of the charm of the older buildings!

All of this old world charm has a cost, though.

The chapel on the bridge

St Ives is a practical place- it doesn’t make the mistake a lot of small towns do of looking lovely but being impractical without many shops or facilities- it has a practical shopping centre, community events and reasonable public transport links. Until you look a bit deeper. The beautiful bridge is low, a lot of boats can’t get under it, especially when the river is full. The bridge is not parallel to the river, which makes navigating through its one navigable arch quite a challenge. The pretty moorings on the town quay are a pain when you try to get off the boat. The mooring outside the Dolphin is between two trees which meant that the solar panels didn’t get any light, and the boat was covered in bird droppings.

The Waits- see how low the boat looks!

We moved the boat to The Waits, which was a challenge! In true St Ives style, The Waits looks beautiful. It has Holt Island on one side. This is a nature reserve with some lovely wildlife- kingfishers, pipistrelle bats, butterflies, dragonflies… On the opposite side is a road with some old buildings and a lovely church. The moorings are adjacent to the Norris Museum, which is an interesting place to visit. The Waits is a good mooring for a short boat, but for most narrowboats, it is too narrow. We have to either reverse in and go out forwards or vice versa. Narrowboats are not always great at reversing. They often have their own opinion on which way they should go! The mooring has an area described as ‘Disabled Mooring’. At first, I was intrigued about disabled mooring- why is it different. Then, when I tried to get off the boat I realised. There was a 3 feet climb to get off the boat!

After I had clambered off the boat I looked at the front canopy and noticed that it had rubbed along the concrete and now had a hole. Duct tape to the rescue!

Once I had clambered off the boat, I hadn’t considered that I would have to clamber back on again! I’m surprised no one videoed me and put it on YouTube! I am very proud to report that I didn’t injure myself at all! Or land in the river!

All things considered, St Ives is a lovely place and I would be keen to visit again. But I would be prepared! Take a ladder (or maybe just a step), cover the canopy and be neurotic about wasps!

 

Illness on Board!

A pretty picture of the boat. Not relevent, just looks nice!

I was worried about how we would manage with illnesses on the boat. Would it be harder than in a house? There’s less space and the boat needs ‘managing’ more than a house. We have to make sure there is water and that the batteries aren’t too low. Would there be enough room to have somewhere for an ill person? Would we all get annoyed with each other?

We found out this week! All 3 of us have been under the weather. Mr Big Blue Boat has been the worse affected, I think. He has been unwell all week. He has a viral thing and has been in bed for a day or two and is still not right. Me and Younger Mr Blue Boat haven’t been as ill. We were both quite tired and struggled to do much. I felt like I had run a marathon- all achy and tired and I couldn’t do anything.

Crazy Dave, the roof duck – surveying the park

When I woke up today, I felt better! The aches have gone, I have energy and can think straight (well, as straight as I normally think).  I’m back to blogging and can assess how we coped with illness while on board.

When I could see that Mr BBB was not well, I made sure we had water, which has kept us going fine. When we were all ill we watched easy films on the sofa and slept, just as we would have done in a house. Checking the batteries only involves flicking a switch, and if they were low we just had to put the engine on to charge them. So I think it isn’t much harder to be ill on a boat than in a house.

Unless it’s a tummy bug…hopefully we won’t experience one of those anytime soon!

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