No, we didn’t move the boat to the Sahara. I mean our new solar panels. Free electricity, what could be better for a frugal Scottish man and an even more frugal Dutch woman? Of course, we paid for the panels, and I calculated it will takes us 3500 days (more than 9.5 years) in the … Read More →
I know, I can clearly see all the question marks that are popping up. Don’t worry, I will explain. And yes, I had a wee nip, but I just did the dishes, and nothing got broken. So what is the above sentence? It’s the beginning of Address To a Haggis, a poem written by the … Read More →
No, I didn’t wear some flowers in my hair, but other than that, I certainly looked right. So did Lawrance, with his Blue Suede Shoes. This is how we ended 2015: Back to the 60s. And although we were at the same party, Lawrance definitely went to another time than I did. But it was … Read More →
It’s Christmas Eve: shopping done, Christmas Dinner prepared, WRT tidied up, us showered and shaved (well… him, not me. I’m only showered), ready for the big day. And no, we won’t have a white Christmas, that’s for sure. It’s raining all day. We’re not sure whether to do the prezzies just after midnight, or do … Read More →
As promised a picture of WRT in Christmas Outfit. Finally it was dark and dry. But it is still difficult to get the whole picture, so to speak… Also, what you can’t see on the picture, are all the other boats around us, with a lot more lights than we have. But ours are a … Read More →
…is a few more hours in a day. Because 24 of them is not enough. This last month seems to consist of wind, wine and work. (And crocheting, but that doesn’t start with a ‘w’.) Wind certainly was an issue, although WE did cruise to the two boaters club events (see www.bridge-27a-boaters-club.co.uk). But at least … Read More →
This picture explains it all. Someone must have turned 60. And with Lawrance retired and WRT only a teenager, there is just one left to be the victim of all this: ME. And I must admit: it was the first milestone that I really feared. It felt like a point of no return… On the … Read More →
WRT seemed to be quite happy, when she wrote her last post. But I knew she wasn’t. She really thought I neglected her. I heard her complaining about all the spider webs at the windows. And she thought that even a bat had taken up living space on the boat. Not to mention that she … Read More →
Look at the pictures. Do you notice any differences? Well, I certainly do. About two weeks ago I had a Fumarioscopy by the well-know stove-doctor Garry Spruce. He realised immediately that I wasn’t feeling well. And yesterday I had surgery. Garry created a by-pass, and now everything flows a lot better. I don’t feel so … Read More →
As I mentioned in Don’t ask we cruised to Crooke Beer, Boats and Music Festival on the third weekend in September (read more about the Bridge 27A Boaters Club at the festival here). We leave Crooke on the Monday, and… it’s raining. I’m the tiller girl, and I’m dressed in our bright hi-viz yellow waterproofs. … Read More →