This past week has been an exceptionally warm one here in our small corner of Zeeuws Vlaanderen, and even a whole degree warmer than pretty much everywhere north of us. Have I ever mentioned we have the honour of having our address in the warmest village in the Netherlands? It seems to be true because there’s even a new sign up at the village entrance proclaiming this fact. Of course, this is an average and includes winter as well (to my joy), because the far southeast of the country around Maastricht often has hotter days during the summer.
Anyway, I digress as usual. Apart from finishing my sunroom (serre) wall, which, barring a couple of long screws that I need, is almost complete, we’ve been busy on the Hennie H, getting ready for our summer faring adventures. Most of this activity has been inside, partly due to the great loo project being the most important to accomplish, and partly because the hot weather has made it impossible to paint the roof and sides of the living area. Unless I can get up and at it by 6a.m., a time not suited to my own slow-to-warm-up engine (just a euphemism for the fact I don’t do early starts), then the bulk of the exterior paintwork will have to wait for cooler, cloudier weather,
However, I have started on the rear section behind the steering wheel, which is fiendishly difficult to get at and is therefore often neglected. The problem is that I can’t get a sander in behind the wheel and regulator, so it all has to be done by hand. I have to bend myself triple and into unnatural positions, an exercise in contortion which isn’t much fun, I can assure you, especially at my advancing years.
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| The area around the window is very difficult to reach with a sander, so it mostly has to be done by hand. |
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| Signs of neglect are always apparent I don’t enjoy being a contortionist |
As for the loo, Koos has almost finished his work. He’s even added a flip up table to the new back wall of our newly spacious WC so we can have a dining table rather than being obliged to eat on our laps as we have done in the past. Such a move has become even more necessary since acquiring our new shipmate, whose interest in food is of an all absorbing nature. We hardly dare eat anything on the sofa now, and I’m still amused by a question I read recently on Google: “How do I know if my spaniel is hungry?” The answer was a short “spaniels are always hungry”. This has proved to be very true and I’m having trouble keeping the excess kilos off my increasingly tubby friend.
The two pics below show Koos protecting the sandwiches I made for him to take on a trip. Note the indignant expression on said spaniel’s face.
Anyway, photos of the new loo and table will follow as soon as we’ve cleared away the tools and made the space look presentable again. Meanwhile, the new crew member has also been prepped for the summer by having a major trim. She hates being brushed and fussed over, so it was off to the experts for her. Unfortunately, her coat seems to be growing back fast already, but hopefully, it won’t get too long before we’re back in port again. I have yet to introduce her to the dubious joys of swimming. Spaniels are supposed to love water, right? Well, not this one. We shall have to see if I can persuade her to take a paddle at the very least, but bearing in mind her distaste for stepping in puddles, I don’t hold out much hope.
Well that’s it for this week, allemaal. Hoping you’re all enjoying the glories of a hot summer if you’re in the north, and a not too frigid winter for those of you in the south. I’ll finish with some photos of earlier faring just to get you in the mood for this year’s trip. More on where and why next time!
If, by any chance, you’re interested in our travels through Belgium and France, here’s a link to my first travel memoir, Faring to France on a Shoe: https://mybook.to/FaringForthAgain