having become bored with Braunston we moved out to Flecknoe for a couple of days
on our favourite mooring, the field opposite now green with winter wheat.
After two days of howling gales and pouring rain this pair took up residence on our roof, every time we opened the side hatch a little head would peer over the edge of the roof in hope of a morsel of bread, we did give in occasionally and feed them.
On the way back to Braunston (new oven thermostat and cratch cover fitting) we passed this sorry sight, the gale had blown them off of their usual mooring and fifty years of neglect took its toll. I suppose BW will end up footing the bill for removal.