We're proper salty sea dogs now we've been to Bristol. Passing through Netham lock and onto the feeder canal to the docks.
We arrived yesterday lunch time. Just before high water. We sat and watched the boats go by and listened to the chatter on the marine radio, who needs telly.
It had been a wet old morning but it cleared in the afternoon so we got the bikes ashore and went to find Cliffton suspension bridge, not at it's best in the gloom.
Then we had a ride around the harbour stopping off at the cathedral as we went.
Calling at the chandlers too, wow what a place, handed my wallet straight to the captain as we stepped through the door to save me from myself. Did some laundry at the marina too. May not sound exciting but just finding a laundrette is an accomplishment these days. Then back to Maya to watch the sea cadets crash into each other in dinghies. The captain was on the phone to a friend, just for Mrs H, here is what interrupted your call.
Spot the mistake?a sailing ship underway with no sails, spoils the whole effect.
This morning we went to see the SS Great Britain. The first iron, steam powered, screw driven ship in the world and the forebear of every modern ship.
It's a bit intimidating being stood under so much iron!
Though I could have played with rope to my hearts content, Hey captain why don't we get a yacht................... ouch! OK then maybe not.But I'm fickle and fell in love with the big orange propeller when we went around the stern who wants a yacht anyway.
Then it was up to the weather deck and do the tourist photo thing.
Then the captain found here rightful place and took control,
Then it was back to reality with a bump,
Maya is a smidge smaller, though with pirates off the port quarter you can make believe.
