The big cruise. We set off out on the cut on Sunday 28th July 2013 unfortunately it was not in good circumstances as Mr Hs suffered a bit of ‘rage’ at me because I asked a question three times. I was just as shocked as our boat neighbour who discreetly disappeared into his boat, until we were backing out of our pontoon. As we continued along you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife between us. Fortunately I am not the sort of person who accepts bullying and abuse. However, this is out of character for him so I have no idea what is going on with him. As we were travelling he said sorry, but I should not have asked him more than once. “I have Alzheimer’s” I said “Its what I do, I can’t help it, its not my fault”.
I had been excited for this day when we could travel, having spoken to my doctor who phoned me two days previous and said she would contact the new Memory Clinic and tell them I would be away until October.
We moored up for the night, among trees having to use mooring pins in very soft soil, the mooring ahead of us with rings was occupied. In the morning Mr Hs suddenly had another rage at me, this time shouting and swearing leaning in towards me as he did so. I held my hand up and talked quietly and calmly to him telling him to stop. He told me I was the problem why he was raging, but I was not the one who had lost control of my temper! At that point he got dressed muttered something about going back and left the boat. I sat on the back in a chair drinking coffee, reading my book. Something was wrong and he was taking it out on me. I called my daughter and talked to her which made me feel better, and he returned two hours later as if nothing had happened.
We left and continued our journey, the countryside full of lovely long grasses and wild flowers. A field of traditional breeds of cows such as the Longhorn, all suckling calves. What a delightful sight to see.
After a few hours we moored up with fields on either side, we let the cats out and they explored the bank and the hedge. Ella sat with her eyes firmly fixed on whatever little secrets were further in until she eventually came running into the boat with her (very small) kill. I could not see what it was because she ate it all very quickly! Daisy just wanders sedately up and down, not straying far but enjoying the freedom. Today we left there and continued on our way towards Stone, and then Stoke. It has rained, been incredibly hot and humid.
I have seen a Water Rail in the reeds, and a large flock of Greylag Geese in a Stafforshire field. Ducks have got their second fledglings this year and we pass them at various ages.
Before we have reached Stoke, we have moored on a concrete edge looking across marsh one side of us, and a railway line the other side of the canal. We can’t let the cats out because of the bycycles coming along the towpath at speed.