The water meadows at Guildford are definitely the most pleasant mooring on the Wey.
This morning I led an all out attack on the deck in the front well, it's five years since it last had a makeover. A good scraping, then a going over with the wire brush and finally a coat of Hammerite.
Having completed my chores I was allowed to accompany my dear lady on a saunter around our environs. Just up river there is the site of an old ferry across the river, claimed to be on the Pilgrim's Way, a track supposedly from Winchester to the shrine of St. Thomas a Becket at Canterbury. The name appears to be a misnomer and dates back no further than the 19thC. when it was put on the ordnance survey map of Surrey by a romantically inclined cartographer. Most of the path is possibly a prehistoric trackway.
Jill is watching the snooker, I'm getting a few brownie points in by staying here where we have a clear shot at the satellite. Later this week we're off to Portsmouth for my big brother's seventieth birthday, daft old so and so.
Watch this space.............