We’re dragging our
heals rudder a bit as we’ve got 17 miles to go until we reach our destination on the River Lark by Saturday. Since reaching the Great River Ouse, the weather has been glorious. Some might say it’s too hot, but I wouldn’t like to be negative about it; it could change all too soon.
Saturday morning was hot, yet very calm, with the river hardly moving. We’d planned to black paint the hull of the boat, and paint the gunnels with ‘Andy Russell Gunnel Paint’. Loads of ‘hay’, from long mown grass along the mooring was put on the water between the bank and the boat, just in case there were drips. It wasn’t long before one side of the boat was looking sharp and tidy. It was dry within half an hour. The ‘hay’ was gathered up and disposed of.
In the afternoon we moved Cyan to the other side of the river to paint the other side of Cyan. We never managed to paint it though; while we were there the wind got up, and kept blowing the protective ‘hay’ away. We didn’t like to take the chance of dropping any paint into the river, preferring to defer the job until we’re sure there’ll be no accidents.
It wasn’t long before we were at our planned mooring, just after Hilgay Bridge.
During the afternoon, we couldn’t believe how lucky we were, a seal was swimming around our boat.
For about 30 minutes the seal was giving us quite a show, it was fascinating how agile, and fast it could swim.
A local dog walker said the seal has been in this area for about two years, and it’s been known to perform for people. She said often she’s sat on a seat by the river with her dog, and the seal’s come along and splashed them.
The seal didn’t appear to be bothered by us at all.
Rusty isn’t too well at the moment, he’s got an upset tummy again. We think it’s because he drank from a bucket of Ouse water. We had a BBQ on Saturday night; just in case as everywhere is quite dry, we kept a bucket of water close by. Or perhaps it was the treat of a few pieces of cheese which made him ill – such is his dodgy constitution. Since he was poorly several months back, he now doesn’t have any pig meat. There’s something in pork that upsets dogs, and you never see dog food with pork added.
We were moored at the end of the mooring, where the pathway comes to an end. Therefore we had to walk past the seal with Rusty; Rusty was desperately trying to make us understand he needed to go out. With the seal being just a few feet away, John held onto to Rusty’s collar tightly, keeping him as close as possible to the wooden railings. The seal just looked, but there didn’t appear to be any fear. Rusty obviously hadn’t seen anything like it, and he was definitely stopped from investigating.
At 2:30 am Rusty woke us wanting to go out, John got out of bed to take him, and again John kept him tightly away from the seal. Annoyingly Rusty didn’t ‘perform’ – probably Rusty’s curiosity was worrying him and he wanted to be nosy. At 4:30 am Rusty started crying again; this time it was my turn. When we got outside the seal had gone!
As Rusty’s tummy is still upset, he’s not eaten anything today, we thought we’d have another day here (what could be worse 🙂 ).
We’ve travelled just under 3 miles.