Wednesday, 8th October.
It’s been a funny old day today.
We decided to drive into one of the larger towns to replace the coir mat which had got completely soaked and could not dry out due to the solid rubber backing (never thought of drainage when I bought it). Thus my Home is Where the Heart Is ended up running its colours and going in the bin.
Having had a successful shopping expedition, we returned to the boat and had just put the kettle on when it started to rain. Just a light shower, but wet stuff just the same. Talk about timing!
Later this afternoon, we gave Maggie another walk, going down by the lock, along the path and up into town through one of the side streets.
The sky looked a little threatening, so when it started to rain, we were prepared, wearing our waterproof tops and Maggie her revamped little jacket. The Town Hall was open for a craft fair which meant tea and cake were definitely on the cards. As Hubby went into the hardware store for something we’d forgotten this morning, I ordered 2 teas and 2 slices of walnut cake, sat at a table and settled down to wait for him. The lady serving the teas commented on Maggie’s jacket and I explained about Hubby making a pop on cover to give her some extra protection when it rained.
She said it looked really good, and matched the one I was wearing. I laughed and told her we all had matching sets now, and she was wearing a designer accessory.
Both of us got hot, as our waterproofs were acting like portable saunas.
By the time we got to the Marina gate, Hubby was looking like a lopsided honey bee laden with pollen as he’d taken off his waterproof and draped it over his belt on one side. I was still wearing mine, though it was unzipped and flapping like the wings of a bat.
We looked at the sky.
What had been blue with fluffy white clouds five minutes earlier was purple grey and ominous.
We were level with the shower block, and the wind picked up.
We could hear rumbling in the distance, and the dark sky was almost overhead.
We got down on to our pontoon.
The first drop hit me and another landed on Maggie’s back. Luckily she still had her coat on.
‘Run for it!’ the gardener said as he switched off his heavy duty strimmer and zipped his waterproofs up to his chin.
I do not run. I do not even whoosh, but I gave it my best shot and could hear Hubby trying his best behind me to follow suit.
We got to the boat and were grateful we only had one part of the cover to release to allow us access. We got on board and had just zipped everything together when the rain hit.
And did it!
Not a shower this time, but a full head of water and wind that rocked the boat and left us staggering.
Lightning followed and a roll of thunder. I got inside and the dog made for her sanctuary of the bathroom.
Hubby stayed on deck to watch, he loves storms. I watched from the kitchen windows.
Hail, what looked like sleet, fat rain, it all came down together and lasted a full ten minutes.
We couldn’t see the boats on the other side of the marina for the grey curtain of rain restricting our view. This was the kind of rain that gave us serious problems when we were in the house if it continued for any length of time, and as such normally I would be worrying.
Even the dog sensed something was different, and although she wasn’t happy, she came out of the bathroom to sit on her bench next to me. Hubby came in, completely dry.
‘Wow!’ was all he said.