StarburstPosted: April 24, 2014
Mist rolled over the hills as we untied from the forgotten rusted rings. More glorious countryside, never ending waves of cowslips, rape, primroses, bluebells, lambs, calves – perhaps there’s one long backdrop continually looping round.
Sunshine by the time we passed Yelvertoft marina, we liked it last year and it looked just as mellow today.
Soon approaching Crick tunnel, a tiny starburst deep in the gloom slowly grew brighter until we crossed boats with a blinding light show. It was pretty wet in there today. Out in daylight, Murk emerged from the boat blinking his usual disorientated traumatised post-tunnel display. He hates them and heads straight for his bed as soon as he realises one is happening to him again.
Beautiful mooring tonight: ducklings, lambs and a couple of ducks who, with not much else on, are waiting by the hatch for more bread and look stubborn enough to wait all night.