When we moved from the boat drop off point we moved into the marina just a short distance away.
The directions to our mooring spot were somewhat confusing, the map we were given showed no mention of a very posh and exclusive marina abutting the marina designed for the likes of us.
We moored up knowing we were in the wrong place but intending to ask for clearer instructions.
No sooner had we tied up than a lady who looked like a Thai bride, leapt out of a neighbouring boat and teetered along the jetty in her stilettos, crying 'Admiral, admiral, there are common people mooring in our exclusive area.'
The admiral appeared from his boat like a Jack in a box alerted by the cries of the Thai bride.
I explained that I thought we had taken a wrong turn and after looking me up and down he agreed, rather too vehemently for my liking!
It seems he had a very important meeting to go to, but once I had assured him we were going nowhere unless he could explain where we needed to go he agreed to show me on the map where we should be.
He also explained that he used to own all the local area, but now concentrated on the exclusive area where only tidy boaters are allowed.
Eventually we moored in the correct place and the admiral and the Thai bride could relax, safe in the knowledge that they were safe from the hoi polloi once again.
The Canal and River Trust are being inundated with demands by boaters to close the towpath. Some boaters are constantly phoning the police...
Life is proving erm complicated at the moment, I had a complete meltdown and almost tore someone's face off last week, some patronising ...
I'm sick to bloody death of all the crap about brexit. We are supposedly living in a democracy, the majority voted to leave, maybe rig...
Thank you so much for all your kind comments especially Weaver. It's baby steps, Steve still has regular melt downs and temper tantrum...