There were plenty of choices, and the produce was lovely and fresh and cheap.
Our driver arrived right on time at 10am, and after an hour's drive and some time filling trolleys at the supermarket, and brown paper bags at the bottle store, we were on our boat. We walked around with our mouths open for a while. The boat looked amazing on the website, but it was even more so for real.
Steph organized lunch while the boys were shown the ropes and got us on our way up the river.
What a great way to spend an afternoon, cruising up a river with good friends, music and wine.
It was agreed that whoever was in charge of the boat at any time would wear the Captain's hat. Denise appointed Murray as cabin boy, and he took orders for morning cups of tea.
Mooring up was an adventure. We finally arrived at Young Husband, where we planned to spend the night only to find there was no overnight mooring.
We continued up river to where a number of boats were moored. We spied a suitable tree and Denise was ready to jump off with the rope, but we became stuck in the mud before we were anywhere near close enough.
Our second attempt was more successful, though Gary had to take his jeans off to get rid of the ants crawling up his legs after he'd tied us to a tree.
This is the view of the sunset from our bedroom.
The evening was spent getting to know each other, as no one on the boat knew all of the others. We had a scrumptious spag bol cooked up by Denise and Greenwitch. We were all so busy talking that Denise forgot about the garlic bread. Fortunately it was rescued before the boat caught fire, and we all complimented Denise on her garlic charcoal.
Ann-a-Gram 😎
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