Old habits die hard

We set off from Braidbar for our weekend cruise aiming for Marple, but I spotted a pleasing view just before we arrived. Eric dutifully pulled over and we tied up. It was only then that I realised it was the identical spot where we had moored when we took the Braidbar hire boat out in 2014.

I could hear the cows but couldn’t see them until I went for a walk and saw they were housed in one of the sheds.

From our mooring here we can look right over to the sprawling conurbations of Stockport and Manchester.

And finally, we had an enjoyable afternoon on Thursday when we saw Jo bringing her newly launched hull into the yard at Braidbar. We remember that overwhelming sense of excitement seeing Firecrest for the first time in her raw naked state and and I wonder if we’ll ever loose that. It shouldn’t be too much longer before we’ve ticked all the boxes and can begin to travel freely.