Hubby had a bad night, so I was up first, slithering out of bed as ‘my side’ is along the side of the boat rather than the galley. Maggie was comfy if her contented snores were anything to go by, though once she realised one of us was getting up, she was on full alert and my fate was sealed.
It was a little overcast (7am) but warm enough not to wear a coat. I left Hubby in bed.
I decided to walk down by the lock, up across The Ham by the river to The Abbey, and then back along the High Street. I thought I’d treat myself to coffee and sit and people watch for a bit to give Hubby the chance of a good lie in.
Well, that was Plan A.
I noticed that Maggie was a little ploddy today, so I slowed my pace to match hers.
At the lock, I met up with a lady and her dog Floyd (a jack russell cross poodle) and we chatted for about ten minutes. Floyd was pushing his luck a bit by then and Maggie was showing The Elvis, so we parted and went our separate ways.
I was still concerned though, and thought better of my intended route, so I walked along the back road instead, coming out halfway up the High Street.
It was obvious Maggie was tired, so we sat down on a bench on the opposite side of the road to normal, enjoying a different view.
A familiar elderly gentleman caught my eye as he was sitting in our usual place outside the bakers where we get a decent latte for £1 and our pasties. I was giving Maggie a full leg massage (which she was lapping up on her back by the way) when he looked our way and I waved. He waved back and smiled, having recognised the dog.
Twenty four hour shopping does not exist here (we are so pleased!), not even the supermarkets, but one bakers opens at 6am, and another at 7, as does Subway and two coffee houses.
Opening times for everywhere else varies from 8 to 9.30 apart from the chip shops which open around 11.30.
A paper delivery had been stacked up outside the newsagent which was still closed when I walked by at 8.15, and staff from the pound shop were having a bit of a game getting a fully loaded cage of merchandise in through the front door.
Traffic was pretty heavy, but not many delivery vans or trucks yet, just cars commuting their drivers to work.
On Saturday when Hubby and I sat on our bench and people watched, the theme was BIG. Big cars, big vans and big people. It had a steady pace and wasn’t too taxing on the eyeballs trying to keep up.
The theme today was everyone in a rush, grabbing coffee and/or breakfast on the move, talking into mobiles, and nobody on foot taking any notice whatsoever of green traffic lights as they dashed across the road! I felt tired just watching them.
Duly rested, Maggie and I crossed over and I went into our bakers to get two lattes, leaving her waiting patiently outside.
I was dubious whether they would still be hot by the time I’d walked back to the marina, or even if Hubby would be awake to drink his, but the boat was open, he was up and the housework done.
The coffees were just the right temperature and went down very well with our cereal, though to be honest, a pasty may have been nicer!