Brushing up on radio reception.

Pewsey to Crofton today in pleasantly warm weather. Didn't get the camera out as I have just about one picture for every hundred yards of canal along this stretch.
A couple of days back, whilst juggling with the walk ashore, gangplank if you prefer, I managed to give the radio aerial a wallop, resulting in the major part of it snapping off and doing a rather neat sumersault into the canal. I reacted as any man would, blamed everyone else and had a sulk but then had to put my mind to finding a bodge that would enable radio reception to be restored. Have you noticed that the faithful old wire coathangers no longer inhabit wardrobes as they once did? So that was that line of thought out of the window. A prolonged search through the bits and pieces store revealed nothing suitable until, in a stroke of genius, I recognised the only suitable bit of wire onboard.

Thirty seconds with a screwdriver and once more the dulcet sounds of Classic FM are echoing around the boat. Peace and tranquility restored, shame there is a flipping great tree between us and the satellite for the telly.
Aiming for Hungerford tomorrow.

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