Bye Bye boat and Birmingham

I woke on Saturday morning, feeling slightly fuzzy headed after attending the birthday bash of Anomaly. Why did my calf muscles hurt so much? My mission for Saturday was to go and see my little dinghy...it had been sitting there, un sailed and sad and forlorn and finally I had found someone who was interested in purchasing her!


I trundled over to the tranquillity that is Rutland Water, relieved to get some fresh air after being surrounded by smelly dancing people the night before. I pulled my little boat out from the undergrowth and felt guilty by the clumps of moss forming on the buckles!

After removing the green cover (it should be blue!), and swatting off the sleeping wasps, I scrubbed her down with a big bottle of Muc-Off and a giant sponge, (trying to be brave in front of my potential purchaser with regards to the spiders scattering in all directions). Once rigged she looked marvellous, and the wind was pretty perfect for sailing…unfortunately I am still yet to invest in a dry suit and the prospect of capsizing in a summer wet suit, with hangover, did not appeal to me.

Not sure if I have sold her, but she looked mighty fine!

Exhausted and caked in mud I returned home to find we were then nipping off on the train to Birmingham to go to the Christmas Market. One frankfurter later and a trip down a helter-skelter, a few purchases and was ready to get home, feeling a little bit more Christmassy!