|The white Farm Cockerel is at the front.|
|The final walk this morning with two dogs. I will miss Echo dreadfully. She is so much like her mum Judy.|
The hand rail did not get done. Much to hot to even think about rubbing it down!
3pm and the family arrive. We moved the boat across to the pub moorings to make it easier for them to collect all Echos stuff from the boat. Of course while we were there we had to indulge in a pint or two. By 4pm they were gone and with the Cockerels even nearer to us we moved on. Only about half a mile but in a lovely shady spot. Time for dinner and a glass of wine or two or three hic hic.
|Echo greeting Christine|
|We'll make a boater of Josh yet.|
|Enjoying the shade.|
|Some sort of moth perhaps?|