Monday 11 September
Roydon (Marina Village)
The weekend has gone by more quickly than I can bark Rip-van-winkle.
On Friday afternoon Leigh was collected by a lady called Judicorn. Now, Rosie and I think that’s quite an unusual name but Leigh tells us that Judicorn is a bitofacharacter and loves everything unicorn, which is why some of her friends added ‘corn’ to the end of her real name. She is one of those super helpful people who will do you a favour at the drop of a hat. I suggested to Leigh that she be know as Judisweetcorn but Leigh says that although all three words are applicable to Judi, it is too long-winded. Yelp!
I forgot to get a snap of Judi and Very Pinook but here she is…second from left…
The pair of them went off to Birmingham to a conference Leigh was hosting on Saturday (oh, the stress of watching her put it all together this past week). Tom, Rosie and I were, once again, left to our devices. We enjoyed a few walks, lots of snoozes and some tatting around the boat – which Tom appears to enjoy muchly!
Leigh arrived back around seven-thirty on Saturday evening. Much to my disgust, instead of sitting on the sofa and cuddling me all evening, Tom took Leigh out to dinner at Marco’s – an Italian Restuarant in the village here.
‘Roydon Marina Village’ sounded a tad pretentious when I first heard it, but with three-hundred-and-fifteen berths and many park-homes on site, it really is a village.
My humans came home fit to burst, having eaten halfahugeportion of garlic bread and the same of tomatoe bread to start, then flavoursome and well-presented fish for mains. Someone had a pudding of tiramisu too – I will let you guess who.
Sunday was a lazy day apart from a trot into the village of Roydon which took up about an hour – there and back. This village is listed in the Domesday book as Ruindune; the pretty church dates back to the Middle Ages, there are a couple of attractive old buildings here too, yet somehow the village seems to have lost its heart.
Today, Monday, has been another work-day for Leigh; a super-busy one at that. We have hardly seen her apart from the top of her head. Periodically,I look up at her desk and watch her manically typing away in between phone calls and wish I could jump up on her lap. It’s too high for me though and I miss her on her work-days. I simply cuddle up to Rosie and Tom more often!
The weather is confused – and confusing – yet again. Long, dreary rain-drops, stabbing the roof of the boat one minute, then glorious sunshine and brilliantbluesky, then cloud. This pattern has repeated itself several times. By around four-o-clock Leigh decided she needed a break (the sun was peeping out too) so we took a good long walk out of the Marina Village, over the bridge, down the towpath and around a field or two.
As we returned to the boat it struck me just how huge this ‘Marina Village’ is. Although our view is open, it feels a little crowded. I’m pining a little for life on the tow-path again.
Woofs, Martha X