I’m sorry I haven’t blogged for ages but it’s the usual problem – time to blog and nothing to blog about or tons to blog about and no time to do it. We’ve been having a really interesting and varied time. I left you having just moored up at St Marten Latem where we had a terrific storm; after which the light was amazing. The garden of the Police Station had an incredible statue (I think she buried her head in shame after eating all the patisserie) and Herbie greeted the locals. We had to be ever so careful when we left for fear that we’d blow the Coot’s eggs out of her nest – she seemed to be single parenting.

And then we moved on to Gent. Gent has an M25 ring road for the big boys around it and us pleasure craft people can wind our way through the city for a couple of hours singing ‘one Corneto’. We moored on the  park which was cycle free and found some decent dog walking. The park has a DIY bbq area and was packed out over the weekend with youngsters – quiet, friendly and utterly charming young people. The sort of place in England you wouldn’t dream of mooring ’cause of lager louts jumping on your roof, but here they just wanted to play with the dogs and engage in conversation. 

City turtles

G told Kevin to go under the bridge and turn right – what he really meant was turn right and go under the bridge! So I hovered whilst waiting for Kevin to wind at the dead end and catch up with me (yes, we are still speaking). Daisy loved the park mooring.

Now a  time jump to our moorings from Saturday at Gavere – a  ‘proper’ mooring in a small town but still on the Class 5 river (2,000 ish tons) which was actually tidal. At low tide big ships (they sure as hell aren’t boats) came past, sucked us down and pushed us in and under the pontoon. Neither the dogs nor us were very happy and it was sad to see the happy-go-lucky Muttley upset. Things were slung off of the surfaces and we were rudely awoken periodically during the night. All is well and we have a safe haven tonight; in fact tonight is telly night (our satellite has broken) and Avalon let us round on Tuesdays for Holby – oh and we’ve got some proper milk. I’ll try and catch up tomorrow but no promises