I've got the week off work and Jane is off tonight and tomorrow so I'm off to Fambridge for a quick visit to the boat. After picking up the workers from the big warehouse, I head off along the A14 mid-morning after the rush hour died down.
Arriving at Fambridge about lunchtime, I launch the tender and row down to our mooring. Along the way, it dawns on me, and I really don't know why I didn't cotton on sooner, that the handy folding oars that came with the tender are far too short for serious rowing. I'll add a set of longer oars to the shopping list when I get home.
After sorting out the fenders and mooring lines, I start the engine only for the carb float to stick once again. It hasn't done this lately and I thought I'd sorted it once and for all. The fix is usually to strip the carb down but I realised with dismay that all the tools were in the boot of the car. Firtled around and found something long and something heavy. Placed the long thing on the carb and whacked it a few times with the heavy thing (don't ask what the things were, you might be eating with them if you have a meal with us!) and hey presto, that got the bloody thing working again.
Slightly miffed by all the space on the inside of the pontoon being taken up with one big boat in the middle of each gap between the piles. Didn't fancy trying to move a boat up myself on the ebb tide with nobody about to help so nothing for it but to lie on the outside of the pontoon in the rougher water.
By the time I'd tied up, sorted things out and got the shore power on to run the fan heater I was feeling a bit under the weather so I climbed into my beeping slag for a nap. Three hours later, I work up and made myself tinned chilli-con-carne and boil in the bag rice. Later, I wandered up to the pub for a couple of pints before hitting the sack for the night.
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