Saturday night found us at The Anchor (again), it took a brave man to brave the horrors of the garden,
Fancy dress was the order of the day.
Soon a fine collection of ghouls, ghosts, witches and monsters were joining the clientele.
But as this was The Anchor it wasn't long before the instruments came out
Behind all this, quietly making sure everything was perfect was our revered landlady,
It was all too soon that last orders was called and we all made our way home, most to our boats but some, perhaps, back to the crypt.
Just for information, The Anchor is now on its winter opening hours, weekends only.
Yesterday we moved down to Goldstone Wharf and just next to the bridge was a group of fly agaric,
We have no definite plans for the winter.
Watch this space............