While I wrote Friday's blog, Lawrence finished his Clive Cussler after which we toddled round to
The Summit (top centre) for a Sunday Roast. Not a patch on the SR at the Salt Barge last Sunday I'm afraid, but welcome tucker all the same.
Getting back to the boat about 2.30 we briefly, very briefly considered moving on and then settled down - me to compose (doesn't that sound grand!) Saturday's blog and L to catch up on a AM and PM podcast before retiring for an afternoon nap on Tim's bed and very comfy it must be because even with me crashing around, he hasn't stirred for the past 2.5 hours - an yes he is still alive and snoring:)
My view when I go out for a fag.
(The weather must be going to warm up, a blow fly has just flown through the open window)
Whether we go back to the pub for dinner or not is dependent upon when L wakes up. Whatever, thanks to Tim and Mike we have a very well stocked larder so our options are many.
0 miles (lovely), 0 locks (fantastic)
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