Froncysylite To Trevor.

Time to go........

After coming back down through all this fantastic scenery on Saturday, we decided to moor for the night at Froncysylite.

This turned out to be a bit of a mistake as we got ourselves pelted with stones just after dark by the local future mailbag stitchers.

It then went from bad to worse as the resident loonies in their tin boxes hurtled around the streets well into the early hours.

"La Cuca Racha" played over and over again on an air horn gets a bit wearing at one am.

Sunday morning found us up and about in the rain topping up with water before we re crossed the aqueduct.

The water pressure here was so great the hose shot out of the tank and positively soaked someone before I could turn it off.

O.... how one of us laughed!

Things are a bit more tranquil around here and there is a lot of spring cleaning going on to clear away the ravages of that winter.

Until next time.......................

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