not sure what I expected to see but it certainly wasn't just a grazing field full of mounds and a dip in the ground which suggested a moat. Had hoped for a some sort of hut footings to show what had been there so was a tad dissapointed. But we did find the River Ouzel, a lovely meandering river through some beautiful countryside. Here Jade suddenly perked up after dragging her heels and made a bee line for the water. She was that focused on going for a dip that our shouts of NO made not a scrap of difference. As the photo shows, she chose the muddiest part of the bank to go in.
She was having a grand time swimming around, great for her arthritic joints but not so good for us to get to her. And sure enough the trouble started when she wanted to get out.
|Can someone help me please?|
|Took several attempts and a lot of heaving to get her free of the mud and up the bank.|
None the worse for her ordeal we headed back to FS and came across a quaint pub Ye Olde Swan. So giving Jade as our excuse 'cause she needed a rest ' (yea right!) it would have been rude not to call in for a pint. Three cask ales were on, London Pride, Doombar and the one Ian chose Hobgoblin. I'm a lager lout myself so had half a Carling. Ian also found out that from September 26th to mid October a beer festival was being held on the premises. We may just have to stay on this mooring a bit longer so Ian can sample the beers at the start of the featival!
|Back at FS and giving Jade a rub down. Look at the lovely shine on the cabin side.(:|
And today's wildlife photos