Thinking that we had found a fairly quiet mooring last night, we noticed this morning that the boat in front was chained to the rings and was fitted with shutters over the windows.
Can't win them all.
We spent the morning chopping wood from the roof and collecting kindling from the hedgerows. Hard life this.
Far enough North now to be told:
With an accent like that you must be from London!
(accent? accent? what flipping accent? I ain't got no accent guvnor).
No we are from Kent.
Oh, that's even further south.
Best you don't go to Cornwall then or you might just fall off the edge.
Here there be Dragons!
Here we go again, this one is the Kings Norton/Wast Hill tunnel. Slightly shorter than the shower tube but much drier.
There are stalactites on the roof....honest.
You really feel like you have been swallowed by something very large and this is the rib cage.
We emerged from the south portal to a different world, a completely out of scale bridge ahead, but look no Graffiti!!. Back to normal all the way through here.
That seems much better than daubing spray paint all over it. No I'm not going soft in my old age, it is better.
Got one at last, these Herons have got to be as stupid as our cat back at the house. They see you coming and then fly ahead of you 200/300 yards then settle. This they carry on far too long for a bird that must know by now what boats do.Fly to the back of the boat.
The first Heron that learns to read will find this helpful.
Lambs! here we go again, ahhh, so cute. This one had the No 62 painted on its side.Lottery day tomorrow..............
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