ON GRID SATURDAY

Sunday 3rd Dec

Tiptoeing down the last few lengths of the Leicester Arm, I observed the 41¼ mile marker as I passed under the pedestrian bridge.  Laying the tiller hard to st'b'rd Pentargon responded with a graceful arc, nosing east and puttering gracefully along the vast expanse of water which is Norton Junction.  Full of boats and even a sunken wreck a C&RT enforcement notice on it.

Gliding serenely down the centre,  I spied a gap afar at reservoir solid simulations and cut throttle to coast along so I could gauge the situation without overshooting it.  Within two boat lengths of the opportunity it became obvious the space was very generous so, pushing the tiller over, I pointed the bow to shore.  The boat glided ever so slowly in and attacked the quay bumpingly at a sharp angle while I took my mooring warp, stepped ashore, threaded it through a ring, wound it around the boat's handrail at roof level and sweated and tailed it in, finally locking it with my usual hitch: 

One Boat One Rope One Ring One Minute. 

She's nailed and I can do the tidying up.  It's been a long time since Pentargon last tied up here, 2012 maybe, the day after I took possession and effectively started an adventure which thirteen years later is ongoing.