The Owl and The Pussy Cat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful red and white boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!What a beautiful Pussy you are!'





Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose,With a ring at the end of his nose.





'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day by the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon,They danced by the light of the moon.



Edward Lear











Saturday, 11 February 2012

A visit to our new boat

A few weeks ago we went down to see our new boat. We don't get to see her very often at the moment as she's over near Portsmouth. She's out of the water and is having some maintenance work done on her.
 One of my jobs was to un-bolt the anchor winch, which was easier than I thought it would be. The winch is now at a neighbours being taken apart and possibly repaired, if it's worth it. Otherwise we'll buy a new one.
 Chaos down below again, spice jars holding little collections of screws as we take panels off to work out where water is getting in in a couple of places .... oh the joy of living on a boat eh?
 We were lucky with the weather, it was cold but dry all day and we were treated to a lovely sunset.
Vince did suggest that perhaps we could just leave the boat there on the shore and go down and stay on it from time to time. Gosh, what a great idea I thought. Unfortunately I think he was joking, and I still have a boat trip from Portsmouth to Plymouth in April to look forward to. Please let it be lovely and sunny and warm. Tell me it can be lovely and sunny and warm in April!
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