Monday 30 April.
Selby to York.
We have just arrived at York. When my humans first bought ‘Very Pinook’ the plan was to cruise up to York, via the rivers Trent and Ouse. When researching this trip, Tom felt he needed a bit more experience before tackling these tidal (sometimes troublesome) rivers. I can honestly bark, the Trent has been the most hairyscary river and the Ouse has been the fastestflowing. Our trips across the Bristol estuary, and cruising the tidal Thames, seem to be much tamer – although memory is a strange thing.
Leigh has visited York many, many times but this is a first for Tom and me. We are looking forward to exploring. I believe we have visitors to the boat today and the humans are out for dinner tomorrow evening with an ex-colleague of Leigh’s so our time in York is set to be social. Yelp!
The Ouse is a big old river, there isn’t a lot to say about it until you reach the little village of Cawood which wooe’s you with some wonderfully, pretty views. From there you pass through Naburn – which has a huge lock juxtaposed with an old Banqueting House built in the early nineteenth century.
We stopped off just after Naburn at York Marina. Tom has booked a service for VP and the engineer works out of the marina. We three went for a coffee and bacon rolls, whilst the engineer looked at the engine and I spent a few minutes checking out a golden Labrador bitch. She was friendly enough but a bit springy – youngsters eh?
Soon after setting back off we passed Bishopthorpe Place – a beautiful sight from the water.
It’s good to see the flag of Saint George flying. I often see Welsh, Scottish, Irish flags and, in Europe, flags are flown from many houses but the flag of England is a bitofararity.
Woofs, Martha x
Late evening of Monday 30 April.
York – moored next to Museum Gardens.
Well, what an evening? Around five-o-clock Leigh received a message from her niece, Kat, asking if now was convenient to visit. Of course, Leigh replied, ‘Yes’.
We love having visitors – especially fun, easy-going humans. Kat arrived with her two extremely well-behaved children, Dan and Ellie, and her mum Sheila (Leigh’s ex sister in law). They bore gifts of wine and chocolate too – what a lovely thought?
Whilst the six humans were chatting and laughing, another text came in from Leigh’s mum’s cousin’s son’s wife (yes, it’s a lot to get your head around), Sam. Sam and her husband (Leigh’s mum’s cousins’ son) Clem, were in York and, realising we were here too, asked if they could pop over.
Not long after Sam and Clem arrived, so did another of Leigh’s ex-sister-in-law’s – Sarah – along with her husband, Dave, and daughter, Megan. Home brewed beer in hand, we made them welcome, bottoms were budgeduponthesofa and suddenly there were eleven humans and one dog in VP – all chatting, laughing, drinking and having a good old time.
I loved being fussed by little Ellie, but with so many bodies on the boat decided to have a snooze under the dining table/desk. Yelp!
What a super evening? I think Leigh and Tom are super-lucky to have so many visitors when we are travelling. They sure do know some lovely people.
Woofs, Martha xx