Yes first thing this morning we left. As we were untying a boat arrived, I thought I was being helpful when I said there's a nasty ridge here we couldn't get in close, but down the other end the boats did get in close.
Oh we know, haven't you heard of the Shroppie Shelf? We've got large fenders and we alway moor at this end.
Well that told me.
I walked and David boated for about 90 minutes, the sky clouded over and as we approached a bridge I got David to pass my new coat, just as well as when I did the first lock the heavens opened, David suggested we go onto our preferred mooring which was another hour or so onwards...
The rain turned harder and I managed to change David's mind of mooring up right now simply by looking at him.
So we stopped there.
The afternoon was spent watching the tennis from Paris
Supper was a chicken mushroom and courgette dish.
The new coat worn in anger.
The next day was a bit of a rinse and repeat, we did move onto the preferred mooring just a short distance before the predicted rain.
We watched the men's French final which went on hours. I finished my book by John Le Carre, the first book he wrote about George Smiley.
Supper was the leftovers from last night dish.
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