Happy third anniversary Double Fracture. It has been 36 months filled with learning points, toilet problems and mishaps. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. But over the last few months I’ve been getting itchy feet. It’s time to move on.
(The aim of the first paragraph was to get a collective gasp from you, my lovely readers. Am I over living on a boat? What on earth is happening?)
Panic not my friends, this is not the end of crew duty. (In fact I’m considering introducing mandatory service for all those over the age of eight.) I may be moving on, but DF will be moving on with me. After a couple of weeks in my favourite holiday spot outside Sainbury’s, I wondered if it need only be a vacation home. I recently met a boat-dwelling couple at work who lived off grid, and had inspired me with their talk of multiple solar panels, generators and forklift truck batteries. But I quickly realised that in the short term, I am not currently set up for off grid living. Man cannot survive on three hours fridge time a day.
So I made a couple of speculative phone calls. One to Trevethicks, who have so far catered for all my hull-blacking needs and also offer on-canal moorings. No room at the boatyard inn. And another to Castle Marina – the place I thought I would live when I first looked into life afloat. Every time I had enquired previously, they had been full to the brim, but that day was my lucky day. They had a spot, and it took me approximately ten minutes to think it over once I had been for a look round. I am on my way.
I will miss Sawley. I will miss my neighbours. I would not have lasted three weeks on board, let alone three years, without the kindness of other boaters. And I will miss the shower. Maybe most of all, I will miss the shower.
So today, in celebration of our three moderately successful years together, I am packing up. I won’t have a storage locker at Castle Marina and so all the things I have accumulated outside need to either be disposed of, stored on the roof, or (my personal preference) at the parents house. I may have moved out, but they will never be rid of my clutter.
(In clearing everything out, I realised I have cultivated a lovely bug garden within the bags of coal. There were huge spiders, with bodies the size of 50p pieces, lots of woodlice, a centipede and some worms. As well as a very dopey wasp.)
The big move is on Saturday. Cannot flipping wait.
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