contentedsouls

Muttley did a mega roll in rotten fish – Debbie recommended tomato ketchup but I couldn’t face it so it was fairy liquid, dettol and chanel no 5. Disgusting boy. I am so far behind with the blog now that it might be a bit ‘random thoughts’ again. Our satellite dish has gone tits up and we’re not really missing the telly – Graham talks to me sometimes now which is quite nice but we do try to find an excuse to pop ‘next door’ and get a ‘Holby’ fix on Tuesdays (OK it’s sad). We’re into week four now and we’re bumbling along quite happily. I don’t feel out of sorts any more; in fact I’m feeling very settled – the big difference between here and there is that we used to cruise for the joy of cruising. Here, in this bit of Belgium, we cruise to get somewhere of interest – leaving on Tuesday we tossed up for the two jobs; bored on the helm or bored folding and putting away the washing. Must admit the somewhere of interest is pretty fabulous. There is no point in my repeating all the pics that Debbie and Kevin have already done, so go to http://debwade.wordpress.com and wbavalon.blogspot.be. Please do it, because I’m not going to repeat all the stories and pictures of tankers and main roads that swish into the air and stuff because tonight’s blog is about the other stuff as they have covered the physical/geographical journey.

My first little bit of ‘romantic Europe’ was being greeted at our mooring by Marcello, who ‘wanted to speak to the lady’ . Eggs, potatoes and Nutella? He was rather cute.

Now Herbie and I have a bit of a relationship going – I love him; he wants to eat me. Caught here just before he pounced on me – Ted is so much easier to cuddle. I knew Marcello was back in the morning, as I could hear Graham speaking English as a foreign language, trying to flog us more stuff. Sometimes you don’t mind being ripped off.

So there we were with no base camp required – free water and free electric – knackered after doing a night shift in the launderette and G has been charging about on Kevin’s electric bike to recover the car; that involved a serious conversation and a beer (or two?) with a fellow cyclist after swallowing a fly (that’s his story and he’s sticking to it).

For my own records I must put a couple of the bridge photos in, but please go to Kevin’s blog and look at all of the other.

So here’s the motley crew ‘outside the city wall’ at Brugge.

And I can’t finish tonight without these.