Cheers Bob,
Here's a couple more pics from the voyage, I've just stopped wobbling and my eyes are now working properly, since about lunchtime.
Mark's Black Hole where he could be found for probably the best part of the first two days, we let him up now and again, mostly when we broke something else or when we didn't know what course we on and needed help.... sometimes for bovril as well.
Ell could normally be found here in his own little hole, if he wasn't polishing his worktops or his lemons it was his kettle for bovril.
This was later renamed as 'Ells Kitchen' now it needs a plaque made with little horns and stuff now.
This one is our supper just before we left on the first night.
Pansy might not be able to match Slinky Kate on speed but her drinks cabinet makes up for it........
Breakfast, mmmmm
And the stick, well I'll leave one of them two to explain that.
We did have a visitor half way across the Forth of Firth as I renamed it, a little feathered friend that got lost heading North, possibly from Africa and absolutly knackered. We ended up bringing him back to the Tyne which he probably wasn't to pleased about when he woke up.
And just waiting at one of the locks again, Notice 'the stick'
Sort some more out soon.
Here's a couple more pics from the voyage, I've just stopped wobbling and my eyes are now working properly, since about lunchtime.
Mark's Black Hole where he could be found for probably the best part of the first two days, we let him up now and again, mostly when we broke something else or when we didn't know what course we on and needed help.... sometimes for bovril as well.


Ell could normally be found here in his own little hole, if he wasn't polishing his worktops or his lemons it was his kettle for bovril.
This was later renamed as 'Ells Kitchen' now it needs a plaque made with little horns and stuff now.

This one is our supper just before we left on the first night.

Pansy might not be able to match Slinky Kate on speed but her drinks cabinet makes up for it........
Breakfast, mmmmm

And the stick, well I'll leave one of them two to explain that.

We did have a visitor half way across the Forth of Firth as I renamed it, a little feathered friend that got lost heading North, possibly from Africa and absolutly knackered. We ended up bringing him back to the Tyne which he probably wasn't to pleased about when he woke up.

And just waiting at one of the locks again, Notice 'the stick'

Sort some more out soon.