Martin and I snuck off on Saturday morning, early enough to surprise three deer having their breakfast in our garden. We did a quick Waitrose shop in Hythe then set off in light winds for Newtown River on the Isle of Wight. A little chilly but no rain, though the sun was supposed to make an appearance. Babooshka, a close neighbour on our pontoon, left in the same lock as us, and must have spent a very similar weekend, following us back through at freeflow again on Sunday's return.
We managed to find a spot on Newtown River (£16) and although we sat on the bottom for a short while there were no worries, due to our bilge keel and good visitors' buoy.
Image lightened so you can see Martin
I had a lovely lazy time reading whilst he worked, and bringing sustenance at appropriate times
A gentle trip back on Sunday, though not before discovering that the heater had somehow stopped working overnight. And Martin's phone and Ipad were failing to connect to the web, meaning he couldn't verify that the urgent transfer of funds to Buenos Aires had arrived safely. Thank heavens for bacon sarnies, the breakfast to sigh for.
After returning to Hythe and cleaning up, we took ourselves off for a snack at Buckler's Hard on the way home, Martin bravely letting me drive his new car.
We eventually got home to find Max had done another stint for WRFC First Team on Saturday, putting in some successful tackles and so more happy with his performance. He had been off to stay with friends in Winchester afterwards, fortunately making it back home in time to do a rapid clear-up of the kitchen before we returned. Turns out he, too, had enjoyed a bacon brunch both days.
It seems all I need do to keep my men happy is to bring home the bacon. Simples.