Monday 14 May
Ranby to Hayton.
Tom told Leigh and I, ‘We’re in for a short cruise today’. Pah! Some five or six hours later we moored up…I don’t call that short.
At least it gave Leigh enough time to take some business calls in between lock-labouring. I did jump off to help her at a couple of locks too, so it wasn’t such a bad thing I guess.
Tom spotted a secluded and unexpected mooring as we approached Hayton, so pulled over. This spot was just perfect. The mooring was long enough for just one boat of our length (56 feet).
It’s not that we don’t like mooring up next to other humans, but Leigh and I had planned to don our bikini’s and indulge in a spot of sun-bathing – so we wanted a bit of privacy. I was quite cross when Leigh came and shifted me onto my cool-mat so that she could take over the towel. Yelp!
A paved landing led to a grassy area where we enjoyed far-reaching views over bright yellow fields of rape-seed, a pretty stone bridge over the canal, and lots of reeds and wildlife could be viewed from the bow.
In fact, my humans decided we would stay for the permitted forty-eight hours to make the most of it. Sunbathing, reading, writing and fishing were our main activities. Bliss.
This little spot was so homely and, having the added benefit of a garden to parade around, I did my level best to guard it. Should anyone dare to cycle or walk past I barked…just two or three times, warning them off – much to the amusement of my humans.
Woofs, Martha xx