Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
Showing posts with label mooring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mooring. Show all posts
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Mooring
23rd Feb 2017
We are busily getting ready to have visitors at the weekend for the celebration of our Sapphire Wedding. My health has not been so good , so my dear hubby has been working hard doing it all.
I am so looking forward to seeing family and friends. I can't wait.
Six sentences . Prompt word - second
Mooring
Henry put his beer can down next to the tiller and concentrated on easing the old girl gently into her mooring, trying to avoid colliding with the towpath as she bobbed about in the early evening breeze.
He crawled along on all fours thinking, this is not to do with my drinking, it's just that the ruddy wreck can't be still, just like her previous owner.
He got the rope and tumbled out, managing after a few tries and some frustrated remarks to secure the barge to it's post.
He'd inherited the boat sixteen months previously when his wife died, murdered actually, and he'd wanted to get away for a bit, which the money from her will provided for nicely.
The investigation was ongoing as the police, although they'd interviewed one man for a second time, hadn't arrested anyone yet.
Good luck with that, thought Henry as he went back on the boat, all the evidence is underwater now and maybe I'll get a new boat and start over .
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