We'd already tried shopping at the local Co-op and discovered that the banana must be a form of currency here as they never seemed to have any left. The town is pretty sad and the shops all have that "depressed" look, but nothing like as bad as Milford. However, the marina and surroundings are lovely.
The captain was very organised and got the new on-line code to allow the nice Enterprise rent a car folks to check for points etc on his licence. The rental agent clearly hadn't used the system before as he started looking in the driver, not hire company area of the government website. After much head scratching, he announced that he "couldn't find the right website and that as I had a code it must be OK". So much for progress - it has passed Milford by in so many ways it is scary. Still, the Enterprise folks are very friendly and helpful!
A very soggy (ie had been swimming) Bronwen and a suitably smiling Steve arrived to say hello. Bron was not amused about having her normal lunch when the smell of pork cooking was in the air:
She demonstrated that she is perhaps not the most ladylike drinker either:
So glad that was in the cockpit...
After a walk, we had our lunch and Bron was not amused at being left out from this food feast. She isn't silly though and tempted the crew into being kind and feeding her by offering lots of cwtch opportunities and generally looking cute and appealing (if still a bit soggy):
Of course, once the bowl was empty, Bron decided to bring it inside for us, as a hint that it needed topping up again:
Smart girl - and it worked.
Of course, all this preoccupation with food meant that she didn't say hello to Patrick once. He sat, most forlornly, in the pilothouse and was ignored by our canine heroine for the whole day. The end of what was a great relationship perhaps.
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Thanks for your ideas / cheek / corrections / whatever! They should hit the blog shortly after the system checks them to make sure they will not put us or you in jail.....