There's always something to do at Braunston. My principal ocupation since we arrived has been rushing outside to replace our mooring stakes every time a monster boat chugs by and rips them out. First we hear a chug chug, then everything goes black as the behemoth blots out the light, then Herbie slides three feet forward and there is a squelching sound as the pins tear out of their holes in the soft muddy bank.
This morning I walked down to Midland Swindlers and procured the longest mooring stake that money can buy. I think anything longer would be illegal for fear of penetrating the earth's crust and releasing a spume of magma.
The big boats are still arriving with some regularity, they must all have arrived soon and then Herbie will be safe again until they all depart. Unusually I think I'm right in recalling that three of them are steam powered- and no, that doesn't include President, which as far as I know is not here. Yet anyway. Its great fun watching them approach the bridge near us and watching them wait until the very last second before lowering their chimneys. One of these days one will make a misjudgement and the entertainment will be complete.
Last night Rick and marilyn popped over by car and we all trouped off to see the Daystar theatre play in hte beer tent. Once again their play was very good. Amazing what can be done by two people and a lot of hats. Don't miss them if you have a chance.