The wrath of God?

 I really thought I would be unlucky yesterday. Sat for three hours with only one pull on the rod to keep my attention, and, would you believe, I missed that bite! But then, suddenly my patience had paid off as within an hour, 6 fish were caught. One happy bunny made even happier because Strictly had started. Might be just repeats of special moments but oh so good to have that back on our screens. What it does mean is that Christmas isn't far off!

This morning, a tad after 9am we started the walk to the Abbey.  Stepping off FS and heading for the park, Rutfield came through the bridge towing a butty. But was it Raymond, the last remaining working wooden boat normally paired together?  Not so as this one had Historic Narrowboat Trust on the back cabin side. What grabbed our attention (other than to admire these two boats) was why had Nutfield ended up in the reeds on the opposite bank? Then suddenly the chap on the helm disappeared through the side hatch. What the???? All became clear as we heard the engine being fired back into life. So it appears the engine had stalled and rather than hit us, steered Nutfield into the opposite bank.

 

Look no one on the stern!

An observation and one I mentioned to Ian as we walked along, its Sunday why is there no church service? A 10 minute walk and the building came into view. Masks on, hand gel provided at a table by the front door, we made our way inside. Not a soul about so masks came off but from a side door out came a young lady. Masks on again she was very interesting telling us all about the history. Then "There is a church service at 10am if you would like to attend" she asked. Oh dear, as much as we love to go in and admire the church buildings, we are not at all religious, so we declined by telling the small white lie of "Sorry we were expected elsewhere"! Oh dear, lied in church...hope the wrath of God won't befall us!

 Ian saw this first. On the reverse of the headstone was the name Geoffrey Clarke. "Look at that" said he, "your stepdads name". I walked to the front and OMG, Geoffrey Charles Clarke. My stepdads name in full! To say a shiver went down my spine was an understatement! Of course the dates are all wrong and my stepdad is buried in the family plot at the City of London Cemetery but how uncanny was that!

 Then almost on the next headstone was this,

Harriett's husbands name was William Shakespeare!

Back to FS and the gone fishing sign went up. Still, very slow but three good-sized Perch and two Roach went into the net so not to bad at all! Ian on the other hand, scrubbed the tunnel bars and hoovered throughout. What a lovely man 😍

Nice clean tunnel bands.

And wildlife.