The arranged mooring by the swing bridge was full although Fred had tried to leave a space for us. Another boat had snuck in first and the only space was the one by a concrete edge with no rings and a very small section of piled edge. Ian managed to bang a pin into a grassy bit for the bow and we secured the stern with what we call a nappy pin (cladding pin) to the piling. Having had another long natter it was decided to meet tonight and go to Bridge 61 pub, another small real ale pub.
Tomorrow, an another arrangement was made to meet more friends Lynda and Tony at the Foxton Lock Inn for the Friday Jazz afternoon. They said it is a really good afternoon but not being a big Jazz fan, well only time will tell.
|Road swing bridge|
|Looks like someone didnt stop in time.|