Monday 13 August 2012

On the move again and life with BFG

We set out 15 minutes ago to moor up on the water point at Foxton top. We'd done a number of loads of laundry in the week, thanks to dear BFG and the water tank was gently gasping. So here we are, watering up.

The fun of BFG is doing other stuff while he's on. Like vacuuming. And anything really to take ones mind off the fact that he's LOUD. Very. So two laundry loads in one day is quite enough, thank you. We thought we might run BFG whilst we were on the move, but that would mean standing on top of him and Donk battling it out for attention. (no way.) So the routine so far is that we get up, Pete goes to play water and boats and Elizabeth puts on BFG after 8am (boat license rules) and gets thoroughly busy with domestics. Mind numbing distraction. But he's quiet again just after 9, so all's well. That is, unless we've still got boats too close for neighborliness in which case, he goes on for a mad lunch break of domestic frenzy. Noise aside, it is amazing to feel quite so independent of shore. Amazing. Still doesn't put us off the preference of some quiet leccy!