This morning, we walked the dog up to one of the supermarkets to do some basic shopping. It’s been another glorious day, so we now have all the doors and windows open, and are enjoying the sunshine.
The marina is quite busy even though the Easter Bank Holiday weekend is over, as several owners are here to do routine maintenance and get their vessels in tip top condition ready for the official start of the season. Winter covers have been removed, those boats taken out of the water for the colder months are being put back in, and the marina surface is frothy with washing agents as everyone spring cleans and polishes their pride and joy.
Across the way, the couple have returned from their family visiting tour, and their boat is really looking the business with its new coat of paint.
Three boats down, the owner had a little bit of trouble, luckily discovered before he took his boat out, so he has been tweaking the fuel line here and there until the engine absolutely purred.
Other friends have now berthed their new boat on our side of the marina, and we have already met the couple who purchased their old one.
Hubby has decided to go up and do the washing as rumour has it that we are due to have rain this weekend.
It’s on days like this though that I miss my washing line.
On days like this, we would have a blitz and wash everything possible, just so as to get it out on the line, dried naturally, and bring the smell of the outdoors inside.
These fancy tumble dryer sheets are all very well, but you can’t beat fresh air (also fresh air doesn’t result in shrinkage).
Mind you, sometimes the smell of the outdoors should stay outside, as some of the drawbacks of living in the country were farmers muck spreading, cess pits being emptied locally, and if the wind was in the wrong direction, the unique aroma of the chicken farm 2 miles down the road (we only had five, and they could be pretty fragrant)!
Perhaps a pictorial tour of the inside at some point in time? (Please!)
Will post for you now!
I think I am the only person that doesn’t like to hang clothes out on the line. They are always stiff and scratchy on my skin. Sensory thing, I think.
You’re not alone! I much prefer clothing and sheets from the dryer!
Country smells…we had to make sure the neighboring farmers weren’t spreading manure around the time when we got married at my parents’ house. I don’t think our guests would have enjoyed that particular scent of the country!