We left the apartment just before 8 this morning and returned to the boat.
I enjoyed having unlimited hot water, unlimited TV and a dishwasher but we did rather feel we were rattling around in such a big space. We took our washing with us and were able to get it washed and dried during our stay.
The bottom of the boat is shining with new bitumen, we have had 6 sacrificial anodes fitted and the propeller has been realigned, fortunately it was the propeller that was bent and not the prop shaft.
Steve reversed the boat out of the dry dock, avoiding another widebeam that was on the lock landing waiting to go in to the dry dock. He reversed back towards where we had been moored before. I walked Beano along the towpath ready to catch the centre rope when we got to the right place. Waiting for us, hammer in hand was another boater, he was expecting us and was there ready to lend a hand. This is what I love about boating and the camaraderie. We don't know the boater but Steve had mentioned we would be returning this morning so he was there waiting to help.
Walking Beano, yet another arsehole cyclist, shouting at me to get out of his way.
This is me currently, I've always had interesting reactions to bites of any sort, not a full on allergy attack just a lot of rather dramatic swelling. I have been bitten on my forehead so I can now do a very creditable impersonation of John Merrick, the Elephant Man!