The disappearing blogger

Since my last entry on The Kite Experiment, the internet stick has taken to the water, disappeared into the depths of the River Soar, lost, not to be found until Time Team excavate the area in 300years time. We tried with all our might to fish it out the water using magnets and string but alas the little bit of metal did ne'er connect.

This explains the disappearing blogger episode.

As of late, The Dove of Belgrade and those who sail her can be found along Beeston way. We had all the work completed, the engine serviced, the battries fully charged, the pump out completed and water tank full and set off down towards Trent Lock. (I have some lovely photographs due to be placed online in the near future so do come and look again!)

Heading through the lock at Cramfleet we were on our way along the River Trent. At Beeston marina, we admired the riverside properties all very distinct,in amongst trees and ivy, like real secret hidey-holes. We passed through Beeston Lock onto the Nottingham Canal and found an idillic setting opposite some willow trees. We have been moored here for just over a week now and are relishing the area.

I frequently see Heron's flying past the boat, beautiful small Gul's hovering in the air before they swoop into the water. Fish, jumping in the canal water, Coots, Moorhens and their young churping away. To be surrounded by all this activity and with the recent spell of fine weather day to day living has been a joy!

I am in the process of working on a collection of poems at the moment. The fire for writing is within me so I am reworking a selection which will hopefully see light of day some time soon.

Leigh is in the process of making a new track for a Japanese compilation and the initial ideas sound great.

And Delia, what can I say, she eats, sleeps, suns, chases, plays all the days through.