Had an interesting day trip yesterday. It began as the remnants of what was supposed to be a proper meeting. The Hooray Hoopla Coming Home Committee assured me via telephone that the bureaucracy was all dealt with and all we had to do was pitch up and run at an event they could put together in time but we soon discovered this was not the case at all and said don't bother dragging us over there until you have this sorted.
But... part of the plan had been to take a look at the beach and the slipway to see what launching would be like while Rich and Sal wanted to go diving so we decided to do that part and have a snack in the BB Cafe for a bit of a jolly.
Next thing, while the divers were splashing about, I got nattering with a couple of the boat centre guys and learned a little more. Seems the bureaucracy is just as it always was so, over lunch, (Thanks to Judith at the cafe for looking after us) we hatched a plot to whizz over to Murley Moss and request an audience and that is exactly what we did.
It was everything I could do not to laugh at the startled guy on reception when a mob of slightly damp but branded-up Bluebirders marched into reception and our John, who'd taken the day off to tag along, requested an audience with Uncle Bulgaria himself especially as by now Novie and Sally had rocked up so we were fairly-mob-handed. Presently, and after some slightly hurried and hushed machinations, we were granted just such an audience. Full credit, thanks and respect for being allowed that, especially as we were described as 'hunting in packs' before extra chairs were dragged into a small meeting room and discussions began.
Long story short - there is just as much bureaucracy as ever there was, it's a huge job involving multiple documents and vast tracts of planning and organisation and to make matters worse, every shred of it except our safety plan for the course itself, which doesn't include the rest of the lake or shoreline, could have been done to death years ago; and even if they went for it in a big and spectacular way nothing would be ready to even be looked at until January, which would then have to go to consultation and then to a committee meeting, etc etc so the very earliest a decision might be reached would be March and you just know that is going to slip and slip and slip.
None of it is done so far as we can ascertain! Even if it had been started in August when we were demonstrating on Bute that we were good for our side of the deal there'd be another two months in the bag but yet again - nothing, it would appear.
We're going to do the small part we need to do in setting out how we secure and make safe our course and throw that into the hat then most likely plan somewhere so you can all come see us run next summer.
I'm only a plumber from Cannock...
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