When we had moored up last night, there was a boat moored a little behind us, also electric. It had picked the spot Shane favoured with the best sun on the roof. I was inside when I heard a voice. Shane was sitting outside and the man from that boat had walked up to introduce himself, Nigel, and I came out to join them. Shane was hoping to eat outside before sunset and enjoy the last of the warmth, so I excused myself to rustle up a swift meal and left them to discuss solar panels and hybrid engines. We made it just in time and were also treated to a brief sight of a green woodpecker perched on a post. We heard it and looked over then it flew off. I don’t mean we heard it knocking on the post, like people might expect of a woodpecker, it was it’s very distinctive, and carrying, hooping call. We so often hear it but see nothing.