Knock me down with a feather

Well blow me, I'm not often wrong, but I'm wrong again.  We chose Crick Marina as a new base for Herbie because it has good links with numerous canals, and because it was affordable.  We expected nothing further from it and supposed that we would just use it as a boat store and always go out onto the canal when we came to the boat.  After all it looked like just a big car park for boats, not a place to hang out.

Well I'm very happy to tell you that we were labouring under a misapprehension.  In between boaty jobs over the weekend we have sat here on our nice grassy knoll having a lovely time. The tweeting of the birds and the quacking of the ducks is only disturbed by the ocasional roar of the bow thruster (closely followed by a snort of contempt from Kath at the use of such new fangled devices) as boats negotiate the tight entrance / exit of the basin and the motors of the dozens of boats that pass by on the canal.  Its a gongoozlers paradise.  Oooh there are some gorgeous boats here. My tongue is hanging out.

More entertainment - Sitting on the front of the boat after dinner we were feeding the large carp that inhabit the basin.  There seems to be a large number of them.

And as if that wasn't enough - FREE BEER!!  Yes, you heard me right,  FREE BEER!!.  Last night the marina hosted a barbecue for the boaters and provided a firkin of Well's Bombardier bitter ( and some sausages).  Sadly this doesn't happen every weekend, but perhaps two or three times a year.  I somehow think that this might not happen two or three times a millennium at our previous moorings.

Yet more entertainment, yesterday morning in the field adjacent to the marina there was a car boot sale (regular I think), so we strolled over to admire the bric a brac.  I always live in hope that I will find something special, but I never do.

A few boats away we have another boat blogger.  NB Jubilee.

I think I'm going to like it here.