We set off on Friday, on our own for the first time since the incident - this was the state of his ankle/foot and I'm not meant to be exerting myself - only gentle, limited exercise. We devised a plan whereby I booted him off at the entrance to the locks and picked him up on the way out. We waited outside the first lock for a boat to come down. I felt dreadful that I wasn't up there helping them...let's face it, it's bloody rude. I felt like making out a placard to hold up saying, "sorry".
So we set off for Fradley Junction in convoy
Back to front; Megs, Muttley and Baxter (trying to dissociate himself from his bad mannered son.
Great to meet up again and thank you for your help.