The Festival, Part Two

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.

While I’d been away though, he’d taken snaps of this little gem as it puttered by:
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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.
illuminated winnerHubby 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!
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 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.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to The Festival, Part Two

  1. Stephanie says:

    Your Maggie must be the calmest in the world, no doubt the whispering 🙂

    • Bless her, it’ the first time she’s actually fallen asleep when fireworks have been going off. We think it may have been because we’d blacked out the windows and given her a light (PIR) at her eye level that helped eliminate the frequent erratic flashes, as this had also had a similar effect in the thunderstorm. I hope so as this will stop her getting anxious in future, so time will tell.

      • Stephanie says:

        We may have to take a page from you for our extremely sweet but neurotic beagle. Sweet dreams to Maggie.

      • Maggie’s 10, so no puppy, and we were really surprised how she settled down, especially after previous reactions to fireworks and thunder. Maybe it was the light on at her eye level, or maybe she just felt safe in her sanctuary, but it worked and she was fine. It will be interesting to see if it works again next time. Good luck with your beagle. I sympathise knowing first hand how upsetting it is to know you cannot comfort them in these circumstances. 🙂

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