On Monday we left Soulbury visitor moorings
and moved just a few yards to the water point to refill the tank. Then off up
the locks and on to Wyvern Shipping to get a pump out. There was marital
discord at the Leighton Lock because David was sure that Wyvern was after Grove
Lock and rather than Leighton Lock, and I was sure it wasn’t. He was relying on
his memory of our 1990 trip and I relied on the Memory Map software. The latter
was correct …
This is Leighton Lock and I am coming into it ... |
... without touching the sides |
... but mysteriously moves to the RHS, even though David opened the LHS ground paddle gently first |
We moved on to Leighton Buzzard and moored
up on the visitor moorings (14 day) just after the shoppers’ moorings (2
hours). We have the last spot before the bridge which isn’t especially quiet
but it’s fine. Quite a lot of foot traffic but as it’s been wet and windy that
has probably been more limited than usual.
It’s very convenient, probably too
convenient, being close to Tescos, Homebase and Aldi. But I have managed to buy
some lettuce plants at Homebase – they look rather scrappy though so hopefully
they will revive on being cared for.
NZers will understand why I had to get these two photos - perhaps Dotcom could ask for replicas to be made for his place |
The police should have gone in this way! |
Walking into the town yesterday brought
back lots of memories as I used to come here with Daphne. However, as is always
the case, when you’re there with someone who lives close by, you don’t see the
touristy interesting things. This time, we did see the wonderful memorial
sculpture to Leighton Buzzard including the Vimy Vickers plane – one thing that
interested me was the names that the town has had since the 11th
century. I have always wondered why it was called Leighton Buzzard, after all
Buzzard is a strange part name for a town. But did I write them down in the
fine tradition of Les from nb Valerie, Tom from nb Waiouru, and Tony from nb
Holderness? You bet your life I didn’t!
A replica Vimy Vickers (or is it Vickers Vimy?) prop in the centre of this memorial |
And here are a couple of the town names - courtesy of David's diligence though |
The descriptive plaque at the bottom of the High St. Most of the shops visible in this photo are closed. |
We were going to go to the Wetherspoons pub
(The Swan) for lunch but when we went in it was filled with pre-schoolers … Not
a happening thing for me – I don’t do kids who don’t know and adhere to the
restaurant rules. Kirsty and Tim can still recite them (not that we ask them to
now, mind) – you have to eat what you chose, you can only go to the toilet
once, and you mustn’t disturb other diners. Simple, because the latter two mean
no roaming around and no loud voices. But a number of parents think family
friendly in a description of a restaurant means their kids can tear around and
make as much noise as they want.
So we went over to Pizza Express and had a
lovely peaceful lunch there. Then a bit of shopping at one of those fabulous
hardware shops for the things that we hadn’t been able to get in Fenny
Stratford plus a broom handle to put up the NZ ensign on the swan’s neck. I am
not even concerned if NZ loses the cricket match which is underway. I’ll just
tell people it’s the Australian flag …
In the late arvo the wind came up and the
rain came down hard. I kept hearing what sounded like something rolling across
the roof of the boat. Clearly my ears were not hearing clearly – as I was about
to go out and investigate, David told me it was ducks and geese pecking weed off the hull
at the waterline. Doh! I’d rather like them to do a thorough job of it and do
some duck diving to accomplish that, please.
This morning David told me he wanted me to
go to the Dr today as he thought my cough wasn’t getting better. I know I am
feeling better and I am not coughing as much – Day and Night Nurse are
excellent. They may just mask the symptoms, but they are giving my throat and
diaphragm a rest from the coughing.
I wrote last year about the NHS’s wonderful
health-line service, accessed by dialling 111. It was exemplary again today,
apart from the clinician giving me stick about the cricket … As there isn’t a walk-in
centre in Leighton Buzzard, he gave me the phone numbers of the medical
practices here. One of them is very close to the moorings, so I walked over
there. In a trice, I was registered as a temporary patient and an
appointment was made for me in 40 minutes' time to see a nurse and be checked out.
That is pretty good, I reckon.
I am a project manager, so that 40 minutes had to be made use of. Therefore I scooted back to Homebase (tomato plant
in a hanging basket, a set of metal files and some better looking lettuce
plants) and into Tescos (Knorr stock cubes) and back to the boat to offload
them all before heading back to the surgery. I was seen by a very lovely nurse
– chest is clear, the phlegm is at my throat, no need for David to worry but
every need for him to keep looking after me – well, that’s what I told him!
Then into town for a haircut as it’s too
long to wait until we see Michelle and Taffy. I thought £9.50 was a very
reasonable price to pay and I paid £12 – I did try to pay her the £2 with an NZ
$2 coin, but rectified that.
Since then, we have cut chain into lengths
of 10 links each and David is now affixing them to the solar panels and
brackets. There is a lot of rattling going on above my head. He had made a sort
of solar panel daisy chain the other day but it looked cumbersome and crass.
David tells me a boat bitch's life is tough, on his knees on the roof ... |
The sun has come out and the solar panels
are doing their job. It’s windy tho and we will stay here until tomorrow
morning now. For dinner tonight I have promised David a nectarine and cheese
salad (goat’s cheese for me, cheddar for him) with new potatoes. He waited
expectantly before asking about protein … Bad luck, buddy!
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