Day Thirty: Back To The Parish

Littleport - The Parish

Quite a few miles

We had been hoping to have a friend join us in Ely, but she couldn't make it so we had no obligations except to get to our old mooring aka The Parish sometime during the day and see everyone there.

The wind didn't let up, but it was a pleasant enough cruise with only a couple of short showers. The only low point was when we were approaching Bottisham Lock, we saw the gates were open, only to close dishearteningly as we came closer, despite sounding the horn. "We were there first" the woman said, when James went up to the lock to help. Pah! That's hardly the point. If there's someone who can come up as you fill it, it doesn't matter who got there first. Ah well, we weren't in a hurry. There aren't enough asterisks to describe what John had to say about the matter!

We spent a lovely afternoon on our old mooring, and have had a delicious dinner with John and Jackie. Jackie and I made Portugese custard tarts and frangipani jam tarts from Jamie Oliver's recipe book. The meal was delicious, and we are still on board. Tom Kitten has just come in, but he has been unwell all day poor thing. It will be the vets for him tomorrow if he carries on looking so under the weather.