Travelling much further and faster than we would normally as we were trying to get to Bedford with Dainion before he was collected on Saturday. The Gods were not however in our favour; just as we steamed through St Neots, Dainion said that Muttley was licking his paw a lot. Closer inspection revealed an abscess due to the usual culprit at this time of the year, the dreaded grass seed, so it was an about turn and back to St Neots to find a vet. They were wonderful and attended to him very quickly without any nonsense.
By the time we reached Gt Barford lock the wind defeated us and we "arrived" on the mooring and gave it up.
When the weather improved, we moved on a little way on the Sunday morning and moored on this most idyllic island. This has to be perfection.
However, then the rainy season hit us and the river rose and it rained ...and it rained... and the EA man said we wouldn't get under the bridge at Bedford so we decided discretion was the better part of valour and that we'd leave that cruise for another time and retreated back to St Neots in search of a "rise & fall" pontoon.