Monday 23 August
Barry's mother's family emigrated to NZ from Bristol in the late 18th century, so it was great for him and Jamie to have some time there to look around.
As I wasn't with them, it's a little challenging to write much, so today's post is in mostly photo form - but then I suspect many people only look at Barry's amazing photos anyway, giving the words a cursory glance, lol!
Here's the day's story ...
The harbour master did his rounds checking on boats to make sure they'd paid their fees, etc
One of the old paddles from the lock and an old anchor beside it
Jamie took control for a short while, though I think she preferred being a passenger
The kids were out in their 'yachts' learning some sailing skills
Jamie left to return to London mid-afternoon, leaving Barry alone on the boat. He'd contacted the recommended engineer, who came in the afternoon to check out the loo - he took it apart (gross!) and suggested the motor had probably seized up under all the pressure and times of low battery power, so took it away to see if he could fix it. Barry was left with the loo sitting in the shower overnight (don't even imagine where he relieved himself overnight, must've had a large pee-bottle!) - fingers crossed that our dilemma could be solved simply as if not, we'd need a new toilet for at least £500 plus fitting - aargh!
Sorry, Barry seems to have run out of steam on the closing flower shots ...