It started with bright dense fog and our world was so quiet. Not only because of the delightfully muffled atmosphere, but also because the first boat didn't pass us until after 11. By the time we'd had our brunch (after E's creative head ran out of mind mapping in OneNote), the fog had cleared and we set out for holiday day 2.
Maxwell managed to remain on deck whilst we untied, but he wasn't quite so good at it whilst we moored in Crick. After coming back on board, his lovely muddy feet managed to make their way at pace all the way through Bella as he followed Pete's movements from the windows inside. Holding ropes, instructing, dishing out training treats, ignoring bad behaviour and tying up all at the same time is quite a comedy to watch all on its own! We'll get there 😊
