Always a day behind, that's me. Yesterday daughter arrived with two offspring in tow and after a sumptuous repast, again at The Garrick, had departed, depositing said offspring with us. We had just settled down onboard for a post prandial game of snap when we were hurled violently from our seats by the sudden arrival , just for'ard of the side hatch, of an Anglo-Welsh hire boat. Having used us as a brake he then decided that we would make an ideal pivot for his attempts to turn the boat into the pontoon moorings, put his tiller hard over and upped the revs. This resulted in his front fender sliding along the cabin side and then buckling the hinges on the shutter on the side hatch. I feel I should draw a veil over the next few minutes but I suspect the children's vocabulary has been somewhat expanded, just hope they don't use the expansion in front of the vicar. The net result is that we are now at the Anglo-Welsh base at Wootten Wawen awaiting repairs.
This morning we set off from Bancroft Basin for the long climb out of Stratford.
At Wootton, after chatting with the manager, who is being very helpful, it was out fishing tackle. Good grief, normally we expect a few roach but today
Watch this space.......................