Not much has been happening on the boating front. Since our trip to Bunbury until last weekend. We have been doing little jobs around AmyJo like putting up a key holder, re calibrating the water level as it was inaccurate (those indicators are never accurate) but at least now it shows full when full and empty when low.
One major event that did happen was I replaced my Honda Jazz with a new car, a Vauxhall Astra Sports tourer on a 63 plate. Its a 10 month old demonstrator but with good spec.
|This is the Astra Sports Tourer in the same colour as mine|
It has been a while since Chris has visited her mum so last weekend Chris and Joanne took the Astra and went south to spent some time with Mary.
|Mary looks better every time we see her|
Meantime back on AmyJo I took the free time on Saturday to give the engine room a tidy. I removed the last of the coolant from the engine bed and checked the antifreeze level. It was still a bit low so I topped it up some more. The stern door hinges were starting to get very stiff so I removed the doors, greased the pins and replaced the doors. They swing much easier now.
As winter cometh and the temperature was now a lot lower at night it was time to wake the little Hobbit and in a short time it was keeping AmyJo warm and cosy. I'm still not comfortable leaving it burning when we're not on the boat so its only on at weekends while the Eberspacher heater does during the week
That evening our mooring neighbour, Sheila and her partner Paul, invited us both over to the marina bar for a drink. Being the sociable type it would be rude of me to decline so I joined them explaining where Chris was. A a very pleasant evening was had indeed. Needless to say it was the wee small hours before I returned to the warmth of AmyJo.
On Sunday it dawned cold but without a cloud in the sky nor breath of wind. The sun soon burnt off the mist and at 10am I felt confident enough to slip the mooring lines and motor out of the marina on my own.
|Cold crisp sunny morning at Tattenhall|
It was the strangest of feeling cruising without Chris but, alone with my thoughts and AmyJo, I crept along in a world of my own with the cut virtually to myself and no boat in sight.
|First trip down the Shroppie on my own|
With lovely clear sky and sun warming my back
Later Amy and boy friend Rob joined me and accompanied me on the return cruise back to the marina which they enjoyed immensely. I was even treated to one of Amys excellent bacon butties along the way. Problem was she set off the smoke detector and a poor couple walking along the tow path were not sure if it was a bugler alarm. They looked quite relieved when I explained but were disappointed we did not offer them a buttie.
Meanwhile Rob had put another log on the fire. It must have been a bit damp as soon after AmyJo had a better head of white smoke pouring from her chimney than a steam from a locomotive. I would loved to have had a photo from the tow path at that point. I was quite relieved when it dispersed back to the usual shimmer.
We have a weeks cruise booked and will be heading out on 26th November. We plan to head off along the Llangollen so we'll see how far we get.