Actually, this should be my title for a post in March as the clocks went BACK yesterday, not forward.
In the past, this time change played havoc with Maggie and it usually takes a couple of months for her to adjust. Dark mornings, darker nights and not much difference in between as the days become shorter in daylight hours.
Living on the water, hopefully it will be different this year.
We deliberately went to bed later than usual last night, and all clocks were put back before we retired (which we used to do anyway, but didn’t seem to make any difference).
The day has thus started as normal, getting up at 6.30, walk, wash, housework, breakfast, and as we approach 9am, Maggie will soon be looking forward to her second walk.
As usual, it’s pretty quiet here, no road traffic, planes or inconsiderate neighbours with their blaring radios to disturb us as we go about our day.
We still have no internet at the boat, so will be going elsewhere to plug in, sign on and write our stuff.
It is getting tiresome, and we will be making enquiries in one of the major towns today for alternatives that we can cope with in our budget.
We are coming up for our first official ‘Quarter’ of life afloat, as we celebrate thirteen weeks of narrow boat living on Tuesday.
We are keeping within our means, and the funding put aside for the boat running expenses etc is still looking good.
I still haven’t got to grips with shopping though, which is somewhat annoying.
We are spending less than we did in the house, but not by much. We seemed to be forever peckish and buying things to nibble. We decided to try to do just one shop a week, thus not raiding the chocolate counters or picking up a pack of those heavenly doughnuts on an alternate daily basis. Unfortunately, I have had to throw some food away as buying a ‘larger amount’ didn’t keep, so it’s my swings and roundabouts scenario again.
Our biggest saving is fuel.
Whereas we would drive at least 15 miles a day to the woods and a 20 mile round trip into town to shop, we can walk the dog and shop locally. Speaking with local residents both here on the Marina and in town, we are learning of places where we can walk her safely and I shall be checking them out, weather permitting, when Hubby is away next week.
One thing that is lovely here is that it is a dog friendly place.
There was an arts and crafts street market yesterday, and the number of different breeds of dog was amazing. We met up with mastiffs, greyhounds, labs, rough collies, border terriers, jack russells, a red setter and a Syberian husky to name just a few. Maggie did us proud, no aggression, just friendly sniffs.
Many coffee shops and retail outlets, even the Abbey and their tea rooms, allow dogs, so if we are out, one of us doesn’t have to stay outside with her whilst the other goes in.
Maggie is getting known, and the last time we went into the Town Hall for coffee and cake, she was given a biscuit and they made sure the water was fresh in the dog bowl.
By the end of our next quarter, we will be in the throes of really cold weather, Christmas will have passed and we will be into the New Year. Where does the time go?