Desperately trying to reset our body clocks after a few weeks in Denmark time, which apparently means having breakfast very close to what uncivilised folk call “lunch time”, we were up at eight (more or less), showered, packed and down to breakfast by nine.
Our train connections were such that we arrived in Diksmuide exactly at the time we might have otherwise been having breakfast, to find that Thijs had not only launched her and given Mr Perkins a basic service, he’d even hosed off the two years of detritus which had accumulated on her outer surfaces.
We can’t say it’s because whether we were travel weary, lazy or with one of us feeling just a bit below par, if the other hasn’t gone out in sympathy, but whatever the case with our first day’s work taken care of, we chose not to go madly cleaning and unpacking today.
We did move the boat a few hundred metres from the shipyard to a spare berth in the yacht club, unpacked the bare minimum aboard to sustain comfortable life for a night, and slipped straight back into cruising mode as though we’d never left.
Tomorrow of course we will probably have to clean and provision and check a few things, but we’ll pace ourselves and if we don’t finish, we might just take off the day after anyway.
Or we might not.
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