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It is the height of season and hard to find a skipper, however, a pilot is secured, the awesome Chris Hanley, with two days to spare and who, coincidentally, is coming into Limehouse on Tim’s boat the day before. Insurance is sorted with only a day to spare thanks to the The pontoon is loaded with bin liners, the unmarked essays and detritus of over four years on Cabby. We raft alongside DB Black Star as agreed the previous day with the marina manager. BWML, however, decide to play awkward buggers and insist we have to move over to the guest wall and away from the convenience of shore power before they will let Maja, now circling in the Thames, through the lock gates. Realising an unwinnable situation when I see one, the engines were fired, all the ropes cast off and an hour later, we were secure on the Maja’s in, neatly handled into the tricky entrance to the lock by Chris prior to Tim taking the helm to guide her from the lock to the mooring, via getting snagged in the buoys and lines marking out the impossible to navigate planned new finger pontoons. It is strange seeing her in our mooring, looking smart but quite diminutive in comparison. Pilot Chris drops his bags off on the way to the Gra*es for lunch with Tim while we nip round to NB Smoking Otter for lunch with Kat who, with this visit, becomes the co-parent (with the off-the-wall Cas*andra French from two boats further along A pontoon) of our beloved cats, Stanley and Bear. The children are all smiling charm and politeness, relieved, I think, that their pets are both staying on a boat in the Marina and, no doubt, won over by being fed by a F-W of TV chef fame. Lyulf, who, to date, had shown little or no remorse about re-housing the cats eventually released the bottled up emotion by getting very tearful on the way back round to Cabby. I did the big hug, father thing, reas*ured by the fact that he will never know that beneath the reas*uring bulk I had had several ‘moments’ regarding the cats, to the extent that I find myself welling up thinking about them now… (I