episode 10000 of mooring saga!

I haven't posted a pic of Bonny for a while so here she is just before we left Barton Marina. She is 8 months old now and is testing her limits in every way. If I say come, she goes, say no and she does it, etc. But she is a wonderful boat dog; totally fearless and loves nothing more than chasing squirrels on the tow path.

The nice lady from BW came to visit this week. We looked at two possible alternative mooring sites for me at Fradley. The one I would be happy with is silted up and needs dredging. BW's attitude seems to have softened as Sandie was very apologetic about all they had put me through and said that she would do her best to make the mooring habitable. She said she would see if they could, not only dredge it, but cut back the rampant vegetation and put a couple of mooring pins in. Meanwhile she has said I can stay on the visitors mooring for as long as necessary. Of course 'seeing if they can do it' is a long way from actually making it happen, so more waiting...

Meanwhile yesterday, after 23 days, I finally managed to move my boat in order to pump out my toilet tank (Oh blessed relief) and fill up with diesel and water. It took a 5 hour round trip and so I need to factor that into my life. I was a little anxious coming back as, with boats moving again, there was no guarantee that there would still be a space on the visitors moorings at Fradley. There was on this occasion, but the sooner I have a permanent mooring again, the better.