Horror at the Anchor.

We've had to wend our way back to Market Drayton as the nice new top plate I had made earlier this year has cracked, I hate dentists.
Saturday night found us at The Anchor (again), it took a brave man to brave the horrors of the garden,

yes, it was their Halloween party.
Fancy dress was the order of the day.

Kim and Elaine were bewitching behind the bar.

Maggie was looking cheerful but Duck Dave

appeared to be contemplating the true gloominess of the season.
Soon a fine collection of ghouls, ghosts, witches and monsters were joining the clientele.

I'm not sure what was going on here

but it looks like ectoplasm.
But as this was The Anchor it wasn't long before the instruments came out

and the music

began.
Behind all this, quietly making sure everything was perfect was our revered landlady,

the wonderful Olive.
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,

not a sign of a gnome though, perhaps they had been partying last night.
We have no definite plans for the winter.

Watch this space............