Something banged on the cabin side not long after we had retired for the night. Never seen Ian shoot out of bed so fast! Naked as the day he was born and I have no idea what he would have done if someone had been outside doing damage. Probably frightened the blighter by this white apparition emerging with nothing on! Anyway, not a soul to be seen so completely at loss as to what caused it.
|By the Beefeater.|
|Loads of room. Blue head of daddy duck and I think mummy could have stayed too.|
|The girl on the left (yellow oars) was a novice and just around this bend ended up in the water.|
At Stoke lock we were joined by a hire boat and stayed with them until they stopped at the pub in Cartbridge. I was worried at one point when they failed to turn a very sharp right-hand bend with the weir in front and ploughed into the bank. Being hirers they just laughed it off but I wonder how much crockery got smashed.
And seen on route,
|Hows that for propulsion on a narrowboat.|
|A hire boat with pin pulled and adrift.|
|Someone didn't look when deciding to wind. This kayaker had to put the brakes on pretty sharp.|