Blog 88. Come back dressed like an officer.

The first signs of a crumbling civilisation are beginning to show.  I refer not to the continuing open arrest of British citizens in their own country, nor to the compulsory wearing of face nappies on boats in Force 8 gales; not even to the riots in Bristol and Northern Ireland.  No, I refer to theContinue reading “Blog 88. Come back dressed like an officer.”

Blog 87. “Oh, to be in England now that April’s there…”

There cannot be many people who get up at 0500 just to visit a boat, but – heh – we have had no real excitement for five months, so this was a special occasion.  In its magnanimity, HM Government has permitted us to leave our local area as part of its relaxation of Covid regulations;Continue reading “Blog 87. “Oh, to be in England now that April’s there…””

Blog 86. Fifty Two Weeks In

Ta Daah!  My boat is back in the water after nearly four months of being laid up ashore.  We have seen photographs, sent by our secret agents in Dartmouth, showing APPLETON RUM bobbing happily alongside a brand new pontoon in the new floating marina.  This is wonderful news and we still hope to get downContinue reading “Blog 86. Fifty Two Weeks In”

Blog 85. “Hi Tweety; So Long Jerry”.

Spring is trying to arrive in Melbury though, because of a storm last week, I had to lash down our newly painted garden furniture (Blog 83) and secure the entire outfit to the house using a large ring bolt and a double sheet bend. The narcissi are up and blooming, primroses and celandine decorate theContinue reading “Blog 85. “Hi Tweety; So Long Jerry”.”