It’s that time of year when a day has an extra hour.
Retiring to bed the night before, we put our clocks back so that when we get up in the morning, the day starts more or less as normal.
We’ve always done it that way, and the only clock that tends to get overlooked for a few days is the one in the car. That can be a bit of a shock when they go forward in March!
Getting up this morning, it was 6.57, so ‘normal’ time for me and an hour later for Hubby.
Maggie wasn’t bothered, but as soon as I got out of bed, it was the signal for her to get up too, stretch her surprisingly long body, have a drink and then wander back to wait by the helm door.
When the clocks go back though, I find the first day tends to drag.
Being Sunday, the shops don’t open until 10, so theoretically, that’s an hour later than normal. Our routine is such that we get up, walk the dog, back for breakfast, blog/check emails/news for an hour (signal permitting), and then out we go.
Not so this morning.
We’ve been up for what seems like hours, and it’s only just turned 9am.
Maggie on the other hand, has curled up in her corner and gone back to sleep.
When we were in a property, this hour change twice a year used to throw her completely.
We wondered at one stage if it was a lunar thing, but in normal times with full or new moons, she was the same, so we could only explain it as our own activity during the day.
When camping, we would go to bed when it was dark and get up when it was light. Who needed a clock? Maggie would have her final wee, then we’d all settle down in our sleeping bags until morning.
It’s the same on the boat.
We have minimal lighting along the pontoons from the bollards supplying electricity and water. Lights from other boats are low and dusky rather than blazing, though we may see a flicker of colour when taking Maggie out for her final wee if someone is watching TV.
Our stuffer boards are terrific at keeping out the light, and although we have air vents throughout, the morning sun doesn’t glare down through them, more of a gentle filter, and even they are so placed as to not be intrusive.
It’s not exactly time standing still, but taking a while to catch up I suppose.
It’s also blissfully quiet.
I’ve forgotten how much it can throw you when the clocks change in UK. But anyone moving there from another country often gets caught out!
It was funny, but travelling to NZ and losing a day didn’t bother me.
That is weird. 🙂
We don’t change until next weekend – it will bewilder Choppy for a day or two, then all will be normal again!