Claydon, Fenny and an example of clumsiness.

A day at the top of Claydon locks, decidedly fresh in the morning with a wicked wind cutting across.

We have heard on the grapevine that Foxs' museum at Claydon, that wonderfully eclectic collection of things you threw away years ago, is closing as it is just too much for the present owner. The collection is being sold off. A shame, one more example of good English eccentricity will be lost.

Morning.

Evening.

Armadillo among the willows.

On to Ladder Bridge. We stopped at Fenny Compton for a quick sprint to the Co-op. On the way back to the boat Jill stopped suddenly, I was just behind and not watching what was happening so fell over the shopping trolley, flattened Jill and ended up sprawled all over the grass verge, current popularity rating -5.