When it dried off, David did the car shuffle and at the same time exploring more of the immediate countryside and discovered that on the nearby Stamford Estate is a monument to Percy Pilcher,
Killed at the age of just 32, he could have beaten The Wright Brothers into the air. David says most interesting.
We had decided to move in the afternoon as the forecast said rain again mid afternoon. Lunch was brilliant, halloumi cheese, with olives and that revolting char-grilled artichokes, (which I think are food of the devil and actually had to spit out, something I haven't done since childhood!) crisps, chilli jam and tomatoes, oh and a glass of merlot that needed finishing.
|This looks colder than it actually was.|
|This Leicester Arm is just the prettiest canal in the world|
So at his leisure we set off to do a couple of hours, after one, the heavens opened and I disappeared. Shortly after he moored up, pretty cross though, the forecast was rain mid afternoon and at 2pm David did not consider that mid afternoon. I pointed out that the clocks had gone back.....
|Greens turning yellow|
|Yellows turning copper|
|I have cushions on the boat this colour|
Thats pretty much where we stayed. A pretty spot and later in bed we listened to owls hooting just outside.