Last evening’s sunset was pure magic! ‘Our’ seal had returned to his (or her) spot on the mooring, and was literally zonked out asleep as I took the photo.
We left our mooring by Hilgay Bridge, but not before taking on water.
It makes life so much easier now the water tank gauge has started working again. After two showers, and with the washing machine doing a cycle, the gauge registered ‘2’ (full is 10). We took a measurement between the hard bank and the boat’s hull to see how low/high Cyan sits in the water when the water tank is practically empty, and between when the water tank’s full. John thinks the bow sits lower in the water by approx. 6 inches when the tank is brimmed. This obviously would make a big difference when going through the low bridges on the Middle Levels.
On our return, before we attempt the Middle Levels, we’ve made a note to stop at yesterday’s mooring to brim the water tank, and of course to see the seal one more time.
We hadn’t gone very far on our journey when we spotted the seal in the water. He (or she) was swimming with about a foot long fish in it’s mouth. By the time I’d grabbed the camera he was practically out of range. Though I did manage to watch him roll in his back with the fish, as if he was playing with the fish. I expect he’s lonely, though he looks quite happy and healthy.
At Brandon Creek Junction, or The Little Ouse Junction, we turned left, making a note that it would be nice to visit ‘The Ship PH’ when we return.
We wanted to visit ‘The Little Ouse Moorings’ to top up with diesel. The diesel tank was topped with 72 litres of diesel at 89p per litre. As we bought diesel the owners let us use their Elsan point, and dump our rubbish which had grown into a small mountain. Turning at the service mooring, we made our way back to The Ship PH, turning left to be on the Great Ouse again, and mooring just after The Ship on an EA 48hr mooring.
Our plan was to push on to Littleport for an essential visit to the CoOp, our fresh vegetable/fruit stocks are not just low, they’re now non existent. When we get to the marina on Saturday, we’re hoping to get a big Tesco delivery.
The weather was hot, and as we were passing a pub, we moored, and popped in for a couple of cool beers, and a very tasty, crispy battered haddock and chips.
Today we’ve cruised 4.5 miles, and no locks.