photo of more half grown
storklings at KP 35 near Roskowice. A white-tailed eagle went past too quickly
for me to get the camera switched on! The only drawback with this new digital
camera is the length of time it takes to switch it on! The washing finished at
10 a.m. and we had to wait until we’d gone round two long bends before Mike
could turn the engine off and let the boat go with the flow for the two minutes
it takes to disconnect the pins. Through the bridge at Swierkocin at 10.10 a.m.
past
the lengthsman’s house with a long row of chickens scratching in the
freshly exposed sand along the river’s edge. I made some potato salad and
coleslaw ready for lunch. We’d just finished eating it when we arrived at Kostrzyn,
bang on the dot of 12.50 p.m. and tied to the quay, half a metre lower down
than when we tied there on the outward journey in April. Mike and I went
shopping to get rid of the last of our złotys. A new Inermarché had been built
just five minutes walk from the quay. Bought bread and salad plus a bottle of
krupnik (a honey liqueur). When we got back I counted up how much change we had
left, 16,99 Zł, so Mike used that to buy some petrol for the gennie. Bill went
off on his bike to stock up with beer, etc. He came back without spending all
his złotys, he’d still got 200 left! Mike took photos from the road bridge. We
were invaded by a Polish-Cypriot guy and his little lad – the boy really wanted
to see the inside of the boat he said, hopefully, so he had the guided tour (a
rare
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| More baby storks |
thing). Mike came back and Bill sorted out some containers to get some
diesel from the Intermarché. He asked Mike if he’d like to go for a drink later.
Lots of people passing by in the park stopped to look at the boats. I made
chicken and spaghetti (with a Polish bottled sauce) for dinner. While we were
eating, two kids, lads aged about eleven, came to the back of the boat and kept
shouting “hello!”, but we took no notice and they eventually went away, there are
only so many times you can repeat the answers to all the usual questions in one
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| Moored on the quay at Kostryzn |
day without going crazy! More and more gongoozlers came on to the quay during
the evening, most of them just stood outside chatting next to the boat. Mike and
Bill went out to have a few celebratory last-night-in-Poland beers - I stayed
home on sentry duty with Fanny - the wanderers didn’t return until late.
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| Moored on the quay at Kostryzn - last of the river Warta |
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| Moored on the quay at Kostryzn |
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