Living on a boat is great when the sun is shining and the dog is sleepy in the heat.
Add rain and all that peace and tranquility goes for a bucket of chalk.
Saying that though, apart from the obvious, it wasn’t that bad. Nothing leaks, and even with the windows open, the design is such that the water doesn’t come in. Must confess we haven’t had any wind yet.
We had a thunderstorm this afternoon. It lasted about an hour, but the dog was not happy. She never has been, but sadly there is nowhere to hide so she snuggled in tight to me. Our other dog didn’t like storms either and would jump in the bath behind the shower curtain until it was over. He got a little confused when the bath came out and was replaced by a shower cubicle.
One good thing we won’t have to worry about is getting flooded out, as we rise with the water! The pontoons here are also designed to cope, so apart from the occasional little ripple, it’s nothing like Mutiny on the Bounty or Moby Dick in bad weather.
The dog is not exactly co-operative going out in the rain though, house or boat. It’s a fair walk to the doggy walking area, and thus far, we had a good routine of last walk at about 9.30 and retiring for the night. Last wee was at 8pm yesterday, and even though Hubby took her out for her final wee at 9.30, she would not go and the two of them were pretty damp when they got back. Hubs was not impressed.
We both thought of our house (it seems so long ago now) and concerns about the water flowing from the road and down our drive whenever it rained. Several years ago we had discovered our soak-aways didn’t and rectified the problem with a french drain. It worked, but we still got twitchy with heavy bursts of ‘stair rod rain’ and the wind blowing in the wrong direction. We know our front door leaked like a sieve despite a fresh coat of paint every year. We didn’t get it replaced with the windows, and to be honest, over £1000 for a new door (with the necessary guarantees and it was a non standard size, there’s a surprise) was beyond us later.
As with all houses though, you get to know the little quirks, and the new owners will find a fair few.
We are learning every day too, and coming up with ideas and solutions. Yesterday we purchased a variety of storage boxes having measured the spaces in readiness for collecting our ‘stuff’. They are all in situ and we have a good idea now of how much we can store, which isn’t much, but we can keep the basics.
I cooked our first meal aboard tonight. Nothing fancy, meatballs and rice (I so miss my microwave!) but it wasn’t bad, and the dog cleared her plate. It’s a beautiful evening now, with swallows diving past us and landing on the TV aerial on the boat berthed next to us. She is a school teacher who took up this way of life 2 months ago, and loves it.
We have spoken to several people and all who are residents have said they would never go back to living in a house. Most have been living this way for many years, and they are not all retirees. We met a Crufts Supreme Champion owner from yesteryear who has been living aboard his cruiser for 8 years. He has a 10 month old doberman now called Billy who is forever playful. He was so right when he said that it’s best to ditch all the house stuff completely and just buy what you need.
Bro in NZ has been in touch and is very excited for us. If he lived closer, he would be here now, showing us the ropes, getting us out on the water and giving tips on maneuvers.
I wrote to my Mum giving her our new address and the letter should hit her mat today. I’m therefore anticipating an ‘annoyed’ email from Sis ranting and raving about my lack of responsibility. Still, I’m not going to worry about imaginary conversations, and will deal with whatever flack is thrown at me if it occurs. The good news is that now we live closer than before, we can visit more often and stay for longer (Sis permitting of course) .
We have free Wi-Fi here, but the signal to the boat is very weak, so it’s a bit of a balancing act and makes it impossible to type (ie holding laptop high with one hand and trying to type with one finger when you can’t see either the screen or the keyboard) .
We are off to one of the main towns to purchase a signal booster, buy a small plastic box to put it in and will employ the spare tent poles as a ‘mast’ to attach it to. We have no covers for the stern or bow yet, but noticed one of our neighbours sitting on his back deck in the rain protected by a huge sun umbrella. Thought processes went into overdrive.
Hubby is inventive. We are both practical. Bring it on!