Gongoozlers Rest and the sin of gluttony.

A day behind as usual, one day I'll catch up.

As we had promised ourselves a treat we arrived at the Gongoozler's Rest sharp at 0900. We hadn't seen Avril, the owner/chef, for over a year so we had a bit of catching up to do.

The interior is really looking smart, having had a major makeover.

Jill waits impatiently for the arrival of her omelette, with scalloped potatoes and beans and it wasn't too long before it and my Gongoozler's breakfast arrived.

Now that is what I call a breakfast. Definitely sets you up for the day.

And relax.
Having consumed enough victuals (Pronounced vittles) for a week we not so much walked as lurched up to Braunston Chandlers for a few odds and ends. Shackles, you can never have enough shackles, our current bow button seems to have more shackles than chain holding it on.
Needless to say the rest of the day was spent quietly digesting.
Whilst considering the sin of gluttony during the afternoon there was a rap on the side of the boat and we welcomed aboard fellow blogger Debby of NB Chuffed and the delightful Meg, who thoughtfully brought us a stick. Always good to put the world to rights over a cuppa.
Today we aim for Hillmorton but being us, who knows?

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

PS.

Meant to put this picture on a couple of days back. The latest in mobile 'phone masts, I bet it confuses the local sparrows!