We left MH on the Monday, stopped just before Foxton locks for the night. This is where Viv dropped her glasses off her nose and into the drink. I wish I’d taken a photo of her fishing – for hours = but to no avail. New specs please.
After a long day, up thru the locks and on and on to our favourite place, bridge 27 (Mountain Barn Bridge). A few days here and the weather is good – chust sublime!
Time to get the Kindle out & chill. I know, only old fogies do this . . . but then we are!
The ever-watchful mutt is keeping guard with “that toy”!
A circular walk took us through a nice bean field – but what’s that lurking? Not blackfly?
Yep, Steve playing silly B’s. Back to marina land tomorrow. John & Christine (and Tilly) are due to visit – such larks are afoot!!