Yesterday’s spring weather just begged to be enjoyed on the boat so most reluctantly I went out. To be honest I was virtually kicked out by Gwyn who said I’d only mope about the garden if I didn’t go, thanks Gwyn.
The boat has always started, stammered, and more than not needed to be restarted. She had to be cranked over quite a bit, even after 30 seconds of glow plug heating. Even my trusted engineer at Cowroast remarked on it, and that was following a skim and compression test. But yesterday, she started straight away, and there was just a short cloud of black smoke. Now come on, you need some smoke, it’s a BMC after all. Not having a bit of smoke would be like owning a Harley Davidson motor bike with a decent silencer on it, it ain’t done. But following the initial puff I could not see any smoke and had to search the hull to find the exhaust outlet. When Calcutt had advised the injector service I thought, yes, will probably make a little difference, but wow! So come on lads and lasses, it wasn’t a hard job, get em out and serviced, you know it’s worth it!
And what a lovely day for a short meander down to Hunton Bridge. Only 5 locks, but all empty (against me) and 4 out of five with both downstream gates left open. Let’s not go into Grand Union lock protocol here, again. It was a lovely day on which I unexpectedly met some friends.
No didn’t mean him in the armour. Jackie, previously my PA, and Pat were walking towards the pub, or away from the veggie restaurant, depending on what you wish to believe, it was lovely to meet up again after a couple years. Then there was tea and eccles cake with D, who is sleeping rough. The kites were flying overhead, the fish were nibbling, the swans were brooding and the M25 and A41 were crawling to a standstill. What more could a non-liveabord boater want? Well I know I shouldn’t but don’t half fancy one of these houses with a mooring at the foot of the garden. In your dreams!