The survey’s been pushed back a week to the 5th so move weekend is now likely to be the 20th assuming clement weather and a clean bill across all the other things). So this week we decided to alleviate the waiting game with a search of our own for moorings. Turns out, unsurprisingly, that the Medway mooring is almost as expensive as London moorings PLUS the monthly rail pass for HS1 to get into town from Strood every day which we discovered will set us back £350 each. SOOOooo… To be avoided if at all possible!
So the search for a London mooring temporary or otherwise has begun in earnest. Seems that because of our size were eligible for vat free mooring fees on Canals&River Trust moorings, so that’s the end goal. In the meantime we’re stalking the private marinas etc which may come good, one is awaiting planning permission for a mooring our size in April which could be good, another also sounds possible but we need to go back to them with more details that we don’t yet have pre-survey.
In the meantime, we also started packing this weekend – and LOOK what I found!
This is my old cork keyring from Savage Thunder days! I’d forgotten all about it, it was so lovely to see it again. Not that it ever would have had a snowball’s chance in Hell of keeping my keys from the bottom had I ever dropped them – there were so many on there, and of course you’re hardly going to dangle them in for a test, are you – but still. Given how daunted I’m feeling about all the sorting and packing and finding a mooring and licensing and insuring and all the renovations we’ll need to do once we’re on there it was a timely find.
At about 3pm our living room looked like this:
and there is still SO much to do. But we’ve made a good start; the charity shop/ eBay pile looks like this:
I also went through my trove of fabrics and textiles and decided to away with much of it, including this lot:
Finally, found these napkins from a tablecloth set from my granny’s house, Lady Sadie Chapman-Andrews, nee Nixon. I can only imagine she travelled with them, otherwise no idea why they’re labelled with the family name, but it’s sweet in any case. I love echoes like that.
Right, time for bed. Here’s to a week of successful packing, moorings and mellow fruitfulness or whatever the quote is… X