For us, it was simple, two loos, shower, bedroom, a definite lounge rather than lounge diner (though a kitchen diner was acceptable), kitchen, garden and off road parking.
We ended up on a boat.
However, the former requirements would be wasted on our house hunter but the latter would totally suit as she just happens to be a
The ducks have been pairing off for a while, and with the mating season just around the corner, Nature’s going to be pretty busy here on the marina over the next few weeks.
Because of this, our friends down the way are having a bit of a problem.
You may remember this:
Well, Mrs Mallard has found her brooding bucket and even though it’s on a different boat (which just happens to be in the same berth as its predecessor), has been checking it out.
Our friends are loath to turn her away, but they have plans to travel this year, and do not want to be grounded by a duck and her babies, so have hoped that by putting as many obstacles in her way as possible on their bow, she may turn her attention elsewhere.
We woke up yesterday to the sound of feet on the roof. Since Fred has been given a holiday of undetermined length after his side perch proved useless, this is not unusual, and last year the swallows were using our boat roof for poo target practice so often, we looked like the training ground for a paintball fight!
As things turned out, the footfalls were not on the roof at all, but coming from our bow.
We have a cratch cover which gives us a bit of extra covered ‘storage space’, and thus our bow isn’t openly accessible. However, the sides can be rolled up in warm weather or the covers can be removed completely if required.
Hubby could not believe it when he saw Mrs Mallard trying to make herself somewhat precariously comfy in the front fender of our boat!
This is in the shape of a horse shoe, and isn’t exactly a snug fit, leaving a gap at the bottom.
In all honesty, much as I would like to see the laying/nesting/hatching process from start to finish, we too have plans to take the boat out more this year, and somehow Mrs Mallard and Co would not make good figureheads.