We’d been so organised that we’d only had to blow out the water lines, fill the fuel tank (an amazingly little one hundred and twenty-five litres consumed for the entire summer) and have a bit of a farewell lunch before our appointment with the Crane.
It couldn’t be long lunch by any stretch, because in his usually super efficient manner, Thijs had the slings in the water at precisely the appointed time and we motored straight on, were lifted to dock level to make removing ourselves simple, and the boat then swung around ready to clean, all in the blink of an eye.
It’s always a hollow feeling, hopping off the boat for the last time at the end of the season. Homeless. Directionless. Strange.
So we popped round to console ourselves with Meg and Chris, and spent the evening cheering ourselves even more in the company of Graham and Carin and we began to turn out thoughts to the adventures that the coming week might bring.
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Oh we so know that feeling. Not that we’ve been lifted high and dry, but the loss of leaving, knowing the summer cruising is over…that feeling. Still, the weather has come out in sympathy now, hasn’t it? Joyeux looks mildly indignant hanging there!
Glad it's not just us! I think you are right, "indignant" with her naked bottom on display!
It looked like an uplifting experience though.
:'(
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