Hubby suggested I go walkabout on my own so that I could browse without worrying about him or the dog should anything take my interest.
A rather pretty jingle jangle skirt caught my eye on one of the stalls, but at £38 I decided it could stay on the hanger.
There was plenty to see though and on the way back, I got chatting to the dog handlers.
Two very different rottweillers were eying me up for lunch from their cages, and would be on duty all night.
Music was all live and of a great variety, people were dancing and singing, and there was an aerobics routine in front of the bandstand. My foot was tapping, and then I remembered what happened last time when I swayed to the music.
It had been too hot for me to think about cooking, and I had succumbed to the naughtiness of a rather large Mr Whippy ice cream with sauce and sprinkles, so I took Hubby back a Thai sweet and sour chicken dish with rice for his dinner.
The illuminated boat parade was disappointing with only four contestants.
Sadly, the flash on my camera failed, but I managed to get a semi decent pic of the winner.
Hubby had discovered in the afternoon that we were berthed directly alongside where the fireworks were due to be let off.
Poor Maggie, she doesn’t like them as you know, and we were in two minds whether to take her away and put some distance between her and them as our neighbours in front were doing with their two dogs.
We ended up blacking out all the windows, and letting Maggie settle in her sanctuary with a PIR light on the floor in the corridor to help reduce the effect of sudden flashes. We couldn’t do anything about the noise of course, but as I was outside taking photos, Hubby stayed on the boat with her, and she actually fell asleep!
I took lots of pictures of flashes in the night sky, but a fair few came out OK (about 30 actually!)
The display sent thousands of pounds up in smoke and went on for about fifteen minutes.
Everyone then started to make their way back to their boats/homes, and by 11 pm, we were tucked up in bed.
One thing about boaters is the respect they have for each other.
No-one had radios blaring, kids screaming, raised voices, or any noise that would interfere with anyone wanting to get to sleep.
Even the dogs were all sociable with each other, most owners confident to keep their pets off lead and let them do their own doggy introductions.
In the morning, volunteers were litter picking, and the place was soon clean and tidy.
The entertainment started again around midday and continued until 10pm.
Hubby settled down with his sketch pad as we listened to the group of excellent musicians in the early evening. He managed to capture the essence of the crowds and did some lovely drawings of some of the boats.