A new day for Gleemaiden

This actually, alas is not.

This post is going to be used over the next few days to experiment with new styles, ideas and imagery that can be done with this programming.

Catch you soon.

Richard A

Comparing the two blogs

I haven't added much to this blogg because it didn't seem to be uploading, but now that it is I shall try to keep it a little more upt to date. Probably I wll be using this as a picture uploading site and refer those who are interested to view them having read the NB Gleemaiden site.

Back shortly - duty calls.

Visit from Lithuania

When Audrones' relatives arrived, we took a trip to Braunston and back in two days. This was undertaken to demonstrate the pleasures of boating to two visitors from Lithuania who arrived on Sunday. One a student from the University of York and the other from Šiauliai who is Jolante's mother.

Luckily we set of for Braunston early on the Monday, as it got windier and windier, so that by the time we had passed the pub at HIllmorton it was almost gale force and turning back or mooring up was considered. Nevertheless, we pressed on and arrived at Braunston just in time to duck into the Wharf House chandellery as the rain started bucketing down.

Enquiries about purchasing a wet vac to empty the water from the engine room (which somehow managed to sneak in through the engine vents . . and I can't think how), we were recommended a hndy little pump that fits on to the end of the cordless drill and sucks up the unwanted flood through a 10mm tube and pumps the said water back into the canal. The bilge is self operating and it was water spurting from this outlet that alerted us to the problem in the first place.

All parties were very dissappointed to find that the Old Plough was shut on a Monday afternoon after we had walked up the lane from Butcher's bridge where we had moored. Never mind, a walk around the village and back to the boat for a glass of wine instead.

Back the next day with an early start - again a pleasant if cold and widy start, followed by a lovely spring panporama dappled in sunny patches and clloud shadows. Many sheep gambolling around the fields enjouing their brief life in the meadows before disappearing and making a debut at the Braunnston Butchers and no doubt the Malt Kiln farm shop among other venues. I do like lambs but I like lamb too. . .

Back in time for lunch (not lamb chops) and a trip to Rugby station for our visitors to catch the train back to York.