A bad ending to a good day!

Yesterday I mentioned the problems we had from the local riff raff. Well overnight all was quiet and so we assumed the stone throwing was a one off. We were soooooo wrong. Chrissy, Kev and Josh were about to leave when a clattering on the boat alerted us to something amiss. On the green opposite was a bench, On this bench sat 4 youths. In their hands were stones and guess where they were aiming them? Yep. Our boat!!!! There they sat looking as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths when the next thing I saw was another missile heading straight for us. I completely lost it and told them in no uncertain terms to bugger off leave. Ian grabbed the camera and took this picture.

As soon as they saw the camera they panicked and ran off. We thought that would be the end of it but even so, Ian and I decided that to stay was no longer an option.On goes the tiller and we left post haste. Unfortunately both of us hadn't realised, naively I suppose, that the youths might be lying in wait at a bridge and as we passed underneath a bottle came crashing down on the roof. Thank goodness they missed us because I'm sure one of us would have ended up in hospital!


 We have now arrived at Merryhill a lot earlier then planned and I must admit I was worried that no mooring spots would be available at this time in the evening (6 45pm) but there was loads of space so here we are all tied up and hopefully not a stone throwing youth in sight.