River Trip 2016, Night Three

We were berthed close to the fish and chippy and the Pavilion, which last year was full of holiday makers and festival goers.
bandstand jivers
festival 4 festival
We walked up to the ANT office to purchase our £5 mooring pass for the night, having decided to stay just one night and make our way to Luddington the following day for our next overnight stop.
There is a single water point on the river for boaters, but no elsan facility. However, there are public loos behind the restaurant, so we weren’t too bothered as we’d topped up and cleaned out at Offenham anyway.

For a Friday afternoon, it was pretty quiet, so we did a little basic shopping , Hubby got a McDs and I had ingredients for a chicken salad. Hubby had got me a latte coffee, so we sat for him to eat his burger whilst it was hot, then came back to the boat to enjoy the atmosphere.
As always, there were plenty of swans and ducks on the water, and notices up warning that white bread was harmful to all waterfowl. The uncut loaf I’d bought for our trip had gone rock solid and would have made a good emergency anchor, so I binned it rather than cause potential harm to the water population.

Digital Camera

Aug 2015 gathering.

We played a couple of games of cards and one of scrabble, then Hubby went for a walk leaving Maggie and I to snooze and read respectively.
Foot traffic was picking up, and a small group of lads were in the Pavillion testing out the acoustics with a guitar. It was nice and relaxing to hear talent rather than mindless noise.
There was a loud group of girls elsewhere in the park, and another group of young people were approaching the boat, curious to look inside thinking no-one was aboard.
Maggie went NUTS!
You have never seen anyone jump so high whilst back scrabbling to get out of the way of this ‘vicious frenzied beast’, who didn’t shut up until they were well clear of not just us, but the share boat in front.

As I sat there, I heard the recall to seats announcements for the play over the theatre tannoy system, and thought about our ‘new friends’.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream was one of my literature subjects at ‘O’ level in 1972, and was playing at the Bournemouth Pavillion that year, so the classes were encouraged to go.
Romeo and Juliet followed it a couple of weeks later, so I went to see that too with a couple of classmates.
I failed my exam, probably because I wrote more about Romeo than Bottom or Oberon.

When Hubby got back, we had a hot drink, and then went to bed.
Maggie was restless and on guard in case of other unwanted passersby getting too close, and the impromptu concert resumed around midnight.

stratford 3Our plan next day was to spend the morning in Stratford armed with the camera, stock up on supplies for a day or so (no perishables remember), then make our way to Luddington.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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