It’s really good to be
moored back at Flecknoe; no sounds other than tractors, wildlife and the odd
passing boat.
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Just over the hill is
Flecknoe village
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What is rather strange,
though, is that there are far more cars parked in the lane than there are
moored boats. Talking to some of our neighbours
yesterday they have often noticed the same here too.
I may have mentioned
before that Flecknoe is high up on our list of places we could buy a house and
retire too – 'our resting place' as we call it.
So many pretty villages are spoilt because the lanes become rat runs in
the rush hour; not so with Flecknoe and it has a good pub too!
By the time the sun burnt
through the clouds it was tee shirt weather and it seemed everyone was out
working on their boats. Buddy and I went
for a long walk and when we got back I changed the gearbox oil. I also need to change the engine oil but
haven’t got enough empty containers for the old oil yet. I’ll call at the next boatyard as they tend
to have facilities for emptying old oil.
At least once these jobs are done the oil won’t need changing for
another 500 hours and, as we don’t cruise that much whilst Karen is working, it
won’t come round too soon.
Mick, one of our
neighbours has two young dogs and they played with Buddy for ages on the
towpath. At least he was kept amused
whilst I was in the engine bay.
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Buddy and his buddies
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By the way, Buddy is the
name he came with when we got him from the RSPCA, it’s not a name we would have
chosen ourselves. It’s especially
strange in some parts of the country where people use the informal greeting, ‘buddy’
rather than ‘mate’ etc. I always think,
how do they know his name?
As it was Monday we went
to Stratford in the evening for our weekly bridge lessons.
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