A bit like sex really

Most of us remember ‘our first time’
I remember ours, taking the boat out that is.
It was new and exciting, and nerve racking as hell because we didn’t know what we were doing (sound familiar?)

It was a beautiful day today, the water smooth as glass, no wind and not too hot, so we decided to go out.
Getting her out of the berth was again straightforward, and announcing our intention of going out onto the river, we sounded our horn.
The dog was a bit nervy today, she’s not too keen on the engine noise, but saying that, once we were under way, she curled up on one of the coiled ropes and went to sleep.

I steered the boat a lot today, though Hubby practiced a couple of turns, and we agreed that turning her to starboard/right/clockwise was more controlled and appeared easier.
Every boat is different, and the more we take her out, the more proficient we will become with ours. It’s all a matter of confidence.

Boat traffic was light, and although we passed a couple of cruisers on our journey, we were the only narrow boat on the water today, and ventured up as far as the motorway, or should I say under it.
We passed a herd of cows, some wading through the reeds to take a drink from the river, men fishing on the banks, and saw nature at close quarters,
swan familyincluding a family of swans which came right up to the boat without aggression to pass behind us, plus two kingfishers, their bright colours reflecting off the water.
kingfisherOn the way back, we passed several groups of youngsters in rowing boats.
They were all under supervision and having a good time, waving and cheering as we chugged past.
It was a lovely peaceful and relaxing way to pass a few hours.

We turned into the Marina with Hubby at the helm, and lined her up to reverse back into our berth. We took our time, though Hubby ‘overcooked it’ and so repositioned us to start again.
S  L  O  W  is the key, and it was a perfect docking (imho) as I jumped onto the pontoon, grabbing a rope and pulling her in.
Just a gentle nudge as we came to rest, then tying the ropes to secure her.
I’m getting better at my mooring ‘hitches’, insomuch as Hubby doesn’t have to redo them and they are tight enough first time.
hitchI also like to coil the ropes rather than leave them in an untidy heap, which apparently is a safety hazard anyway.
Besides, it looks kind of pretty on the deck.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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