We had a lovely New Years Eve day with Mike and June from NB Temujin who drove over for the day. A lovely day full of anecdote and information swapping and a fair bit of food consumption before they left us to drive an hour and a half back to their winter moorings which we shall be passing in due course – although sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever get there; the plan was to have reached Reims – which is beyond their mooring – back in November!! We decided not to go out for the evening; I think we were both too tired to face an evening of French conversation.
Plans are afoot for this year’s blacking to share a trolley with them to get both boats out of the water – this means getting the dogs on and off the boat using the boswain’s dogswain’s chair! With Muttley it’s just hassle; but Baxter has funny turns when he gets distraught now and anything out of his normal routine distresses him. He definitely has some kind of canine Alzheimer’s and we have to be very careful with him now; he had his 12th Birthday last Saturday and 12, apparently, is a good age for a Tibetan Terrier – being relatively small you’d think they would be longer living.
So the ice has changed into strong winds and, almost, continuous rain – it’s warm but not at all nice. Everything is very subdued here and the locals are numb with the recent events in and around Paris. Whilst in town today, many of the shops have removed their Christmas displays (still up here) with simple easels carrying placards saying, “Nous sommes Charlie”. The normally busy restaurant was empty this lunchtime but many people went there to be together in their bar. Whilst I was, as always, welcomed with kisses and hand shakes I felt as if I was intruding and felt very much ‘a foreigner’, so had a coffee and left. Sorry, beginning to sound a bit like, ‘from our own correspondent’.
G is back in the UK catching up with the family and returning with coal, Marmite and Wainwrights’ dog food, to name but a few items, next week. This is the first time he’s left me here in the winter, so what with the weather and no boat residents/UK tourists it’s quite isolated – also peaceful!
After dragging the boys round the block then popping to the White Horse for a coffee and the Mache for Daisy milk (I didn’t want a Daisy riot breaking out if I had to offer her semi-skimmed), I found some bits of the town I hadn’t seen before. Impressive ‘muriel’.
Also strange and large parcels – frost protected plants perhaps?
