It had been forecast, but we hadn’t expected something quite so dramatic!
I could hear it coming, like a stampede of excited dogs rushing down the pontoon.
Luckily, Hubby had already taken Maggie out for her first walk of the day as he’d seen the radar picture, and knew what was headed our way.
Actually, we’ve been lucky.
In the time we’ve been here, we have had very few rainy days, and any rain forecast seemed to either miss us completely or disperse beforehand.
Not so this morning.
It hit us sideways on with a force like some kind of power tool, the noise enhanced by the metal casing of the boat. We rocked and drifted back and forth on our mooring ropes and diagonal springers, but neither of us were worried. We were dry and safe.
We were booked in for our flu jabs this morning at 9.30.
The three of us left the boat duly prepared, us in our waterproofs and Maggie wearing her little jacket. By the time we reached the car, we were slightly soggy, but at least we weren’t drenched to the core.
After our jabs, we went into the supermarket to get Maggie’s food. At the moment, they are the cheapest for the brand she likes.
Then we came damply back to the boat and waited to see what the rest of the day would bring.
Now, four hours later, the rain is abating, and the sky is clearing.
Hanging our waterproofs under the pram cover to dry works exactly as we’d hoped it would.
We’re due to get the bottom skirt back next week so the deck will stay dry when it rains. The front bow is also dry where it matters. Neither of the covers are watertight (too many outlets needed for mooring ropes and ventilation), but they will provide adequate protection from the elements as intended.
Hubby’s ‘hat’, now with two coats of paint, is sitting in the bow (nicknamed the conservatory) waiting for a third. The colour match to the boat is good.
Fred will be going on an outing soon to match the colour for his perch to the ‘branch’ he is attached to.