St. Ives still grips us. The E.A. has put out a strong stream warning and closed the locks so here we sit. Luckily next to a water point.
So today instead of heading up river to Hemingford Grey we donned our walking boots and walked there, crossing Hemingford Meadow.
Hemingford Grey has got to be the most chocolate box perfect village anywhere.
Imray describes the town wharf as moorings, well you could moor there but you would need a ladder to get up the wall. It also marks a water point.
So here we sit, still waiting for the water to drop.
Watch this space.........