This morning, whilst taking P to get Simon for work, we drove Reg over a bridge we travelled under to get to our present mooring. We said that we'd been under this bridge just a few days ago. Days? When was it? Yesterday. Just yesterday. We had quite forgotten how travelling in Bella quite alters our sense of time and extends our sense of space.
Last night, when we finished oh-ing and ah-ing and reminding ourselves why we live on a boat, we made a plan. Today's experience over the bridge sealed it. P works weekends once every four weeks and has two rest days after. This is the plan. Every four weeks, on the Monday or Tuesday rest day, we take Bella to either Crick, Braunston, or Weedon/Gayton. All 6-7 locks and a few hours cruise away, all within P's patch, all easily drivable to E's studio, all easily drivable to the station. We stay there until the next weekend and then travel back. Two weekends with an itty bit of cruising each month. The plan.
Watch this blog. Wish us commitment. We've both been so focused on work that Bella's simply been a home. But she's a boat. For goodness sakes. A boat. We'll get busy again.
