Deja vu - finish work, get some sleep, hit the road down to Essex ahead of the Friday evening rush hour.
Well almost. A diversion through Huntingdon to avoid a hold up on the A14, interminable HGVs grinding past each other with a 1mph speed advantage on the M11 and general heavy traffic throughout made it closer to a three hour trip than the usual two hours or so.
Still, we made it by about four which suited my purposes very well as the first mission was to pop into the office to cough up a lot of money! We renewed our Summer Swing mooring deal for another 12 months and whilst we were at it rented a "Bosuns Store".
For not, frankly, a lot of money we've got an individual lockup within a locked store to which we have a key. It's not vast but it's big enough to store the stuff we're forever hauling backwards and forwards twixt Northants and Essex which doesn't actually need to be taken home.
That sorted, we repaired on board and examined the contents of the beer cellar. As I'd feared, the contents of the beer cellar were fit only for the skip. I might have risked the odd bottle if it was recently out of date but this stuff was well past it and worse had spent two years rolling around in Brigantias' less than clean bilges before being transshipped onto Erbas.
Some tins and packets in the galley met the same fate before we headed off to Morrison's to do some stocking up. By the time we'd completed that mission it was pub-o-clock. Jane was pleased to see lasagne on the specials board and judging by the way she hoovered it up it must have been good! I once again enjoyed a plate of scampi.
With dinner washed down with a couple of drinks, it was back to the boat in the moonlight. Hot water bottles having been filled and placed before heading to the pub meant a nice warm bed to crawl into. Within minutes sleep overtook us.
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