Groan............. Maybe this wasn't such a good mooring after all. Both of us were woken at 4.30am by a horrible high pitched shrill, cry and squeak. As our senses started to wake up we realised it was a Cockerel at the pub trying to greet the dawn. Trouble was he was competing with another Cockerel at a farm through the bridge 'ole and the pair of them were so out of tune with each other that it sounded like a pair of cats being strangled! By 5am I'd had enough and was about to get up when Ian offered to give me his last remaining pair of unused ear plugs. ( He needs them, so he says, because at times I'm a bit loud in my snoring ) Anyway, now with only the distant sound of both Cockerels crowing, I once more fell asleep and was rudely woken out of a deep slumber at 7.45am by Echo's tail banging on the radiator. It was time for tiddles and breakfast ( the dogs that is, not mine ).
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| Pub Cockerel |
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| The white Farm Cockerel is at the front. |
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| The final walk this morning with two dogs. I will miss Echo dreadfully. She is so much like her mum Judy. |
As we are waiting for Christine and Kev to collect Echo so its a lovely lazy day for both of us. Ian may do the hand rail if it doesnt get to hot. We wait and see.
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.
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| Just arrived |
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| Echo greeting Christine |
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| We'll make a boater of Josh yet. |
And finally:-
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| Enjoying the shade. |
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| Some sort of moth perhaps? |
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