Granny B on the Streethay slipway, in her nest and out of touch

I reached Streethay Wharf on Monday and Granny Buttons was hauled out on the slipway unceremoniously on Tuesday morning.   She's been having her bottom blacked this week and assorted other hull-related work done.  She's hugely overdue a good bit of slap on her hull.

In the meantime I was glum to realise that I've hit a dark spot for mobile broadband reception here, at least for T-Mobile and Vodafone, and I've been unable to get away to find wifi until Thursday.

I've tried in the past to persuade Ray to install wifi for boaters, and he nearly did a couple of years ago, but I really needed to shepherd him through the process, and I was moving on again after a couple of days. 

Meanwhile my reading figures have dropped like a stone into a black hole.   I've posted almost every day at noon for several years, and after just a couple of days away, people forget so quickly.  Writing a blog is rather like a cartoon character running off a cliff – as long as your feet keep windmilling away and you don't look down, your reading figures stay up in the air.

But I suppose I shouldn't complain.  Like a migrating bird, I keep returning every year to nest at Lichfield, and I'd complain more if Streethay wasn't here.  Mind you, like most returning birds I haven't seen this year's new bills yet!

Comments

[Halfie]

To be fair, Paul, the boat's only just come out of the water...

[Gibo]

Kind words John,
was a good place back then..
....Gibo....

[Paul Balmer]

I see the person on the stern has succumbed to the irresistible urge to hold the tiller when the boat’s moving

[john marriot]

oh dear what a place to be rip off rays used to be good when ian gary diesel obi gibbo worked there but now if you pay peanuts what do you get