Finally, after two months, we have moved back into our own flat. We had had the planning and foresight to have arranged in advance of even seeing the place that it should be professionally cleaned. Just as well since as soon as the cleaners took a look they doubled the original quote. The words absolutely filthy were used. They did a good job though, leaving us only with the problem of what to do with the stained walls and carpets. Meanwhile, Bristol Bridge said good-bye to us with a stunning night-time reflection.
So, first day back in old flat and we spent the weekend at the DIY shop, buying paint and associated tools. When we weren't buying it we were using it. Now, four days later, the flat has been repainted. Next item: replacing the now-filthy carpets. Quote says it's going to be expensive but we don't want to live in a pig-sty. Unlike our ex-tenants.
However, nobody can paint non-stop for a whole weekend. By coincidence a sailing race was going on when we briefly nipped down to Portishead. Some pretty decent gear, too; we saw an RS800. Of course, the water would have been freezing cold and falling in not at all pleasant. Give me a Sunsail club any day.
More entertainment was provided by this tug going out to meet a bulk carrier. I waited until it was just in front of the Severn Bridge. That's Art.
This is what the tug was waiting for.
In other news, our sea freight should be arriving in Felixstowe today. Better get on with the carpet replacement then.