Monday was a complete day of stress, which once we had arrived in Belgium, one would have thought would have subsided. NO. we drove of the ferry at Dunkirk, to receive a phone call from our boat transporter to say, “where am I supposed to be, I can’t find anywhere that looks like we can lift your boat in?”.

Oh No, its a marina in Nieuwpoort and from what I could see on Google Earth, there was only one. Not the case says he………..oh …k says I. We are about 30 mins behind you (god knows how?)  I’ll sort it when I get there, park up where you can and I’ll come and find you.

All the information we needed was in my rucksack, which I had left on the boat….whooops!

We arrived some what frazzled, to say the least, but soon found MR. I went to an office which was at the address I had on an email from the company who were going to put us back into the water. It was the Politei, however, they told us where to put the lorry overnight. I told Tony, the lorry driver where to park told him I would be back as soon as I had booked Jill and the animals into our hotel.

30 mins later I picked Tony up in my car and we set off on a mission to find the Crane which would put us back onto the wet stuff. It was nowhere to be seen. Stressed or what…………..

here’s what Baxter thinks of Belgium, oh look who is parked behind MR……its Kevin and Debbie of WB Avalon awaiting her arrival.

ah….. we have found the crane…….it was tucked away for the night.

The photos never lie, the picture above is of MR suspended some 30ft above the water, we were being put in at low tide, dont ask me how it felt suspended  that high above the water……

phew arriving safely on the Pontoon, albeit somewhat at Sea, Yes this is the Sea………but look who has followed us in….

That was one hell of a day, but it was not over…..more to come. Bye for now.