Helper for this galley slave
Vicky was delighted to welcome her whirlwind grand-daughter on board for fortnight of cruising fun
One of our granddaughters had a holiday with us a while ago on nb Harry. Life turned from being quiet and peaceful, slow and relaxing to a mad, non-stop pace of skipping, cartwheels, jogging and frantic activity.
It was like living on a hamster wheel with our legs constantly moving. But she was so happy and fell for life afloat. She loved working the locks and washing the boat. And after her week’s stay became two, I don’t think she wanted to go home.
We were on the Leeds & Liverpool, it was sunny and the beautiful hills were beckoning us to their summits. Before it was even proper daylight, Martha wanted to know if we could climb to the top of the hills and take a picnic. And before we knew it, our day was completely organised.
She’s seven, a joy and such good company. Intelligent, cheeky and she makes us laugh. However, there was only one negative aspect to her stay on board.
She’s a fussy eater and is quick to say: “I don’t like this or that” so menus for the stay were her choice. It’s not that she lives on junk food at home. In fact, far from it as her mother is a healthy food and lifestyle kind of mummy.
Her favourite meal is macaroni cheese but even that is not an obvious winner. Mrs Paddy, the school cook, apparently makes the best macaroni cheese ever followed by the other granny. Mummy comes last. Why, we ask. Well she uses brown pasta, no bacon and coconut milk. Yuk. I don’t think I would vote that a winner either.
So it’s competition time and my chance to convert Martha! My store cupboard contains regular pasta, full cream milk, strong Cheddar cheese and bacon so I was hoping that my version of macaroni cheese would knock Mrs Paddy off first place for good.
It’s a ideal meal to cook after an energetic day because it’s so easy, quick, filling and nourishing plus after a good scrub of the hands, Martha grated the cheese, stirred the sauce and made herself useful in a way that wasn’t taxing for me on board nb Harry.
‘Before it was even proper daylight, Martha wanted to know if we could climb to the top of the hills and take a picnic’