As I look out of our port side window, I can see about 30 ducks in various positions on the bank running alongside our pontoon. There are a fair few on the water too, and today I was wishing I was a duck.
‘Water off a duck’s back’ has never rung so true as it did today as I watched a lone female mallard swim towards me, completely dry, in the pouring rain!
Last night, we managed to walk the dog for the final time before the rains came.
In the early hours, the tail of Bertha struck us, and it poured, BIG TIME.
After last time, I was much more comfortable with the situation, managing to get back to sleep, the dog curled alongside me.
This morning though, it was still chucking it down, and by the look of things, the water has risen a little in the marina as I can see more of the boat roofs on the other side of the bank in the river itself.
At 7.30, so somewhat of a lie in, there seemed to be a lull, and Hubby got up to face the elements and give her ladyship her first walk of the day.
Sadly, they were both drenched by the time they got back, and we got through a fair few towels drying them off.
The set of waterproofs have come into their own, and I’ll be glad when we have the cratch and pram covers fitted, but as for today, we had to manage.
We had purchased one of those ‘over the door hanger’ thingies, which was in the bathroom with a large towel underneath to catch the drips we hadn’t managed to wipe off as we hung said waterproofs and Maggie’s little jacket up.
According to the radar, the bad weather was in for a few more hours, so Hubby blogged, Maggie snoozed, and I wrote a 16 page letter to a friend, then started another letter to another friend.
The sun came out, so it was up to the dog walk for a quickie, and when we got back, Hubby decided now was a good time to refill our fresh water tank which was down to a quarter.
He also wanted to wash the boat.
Not a problem, as long as the weather stayed fine, so there we were, soapy water and brush, cleaning off the muck.
It started to rain, hard. We got wet, and not from the back splashes from the hose either. Anyone watching would have thought we were nuts, but we couldn’t leave the boat soapy and rely on the rain to rinse her off, so we had no choice really.
The problem of course was getting us and our clothes dry after the event, so I decided to go up and do some laundry. Towels, joggers, tee shirts, everything went in the wash.
It was now 2.30pm and thankfully, the sun came out again, so at least I was able to get up to the laundry room in normal clothes whilst Hubby tidied everything away and joined me later with the dog, who had another walk.
The sun has stayed out, but the wind has picked up, which actually is just as well as two tee shirts and 2 towels weren’t quite dry and as they aren’t ‘unsightly washing’ such as knickers, are now blowing in the bow on a makeshift line.
The boat is shining, the decks are clean, and the swallow poo no longer on the roof.
Hubby is reading, I’m blogging, and the dog is snoozing.