....from the chap brested up to us overnight. From 6.35am he was running water, wandering around making the boats grate (he had ONE fender on board) and trundling down the gunwhales between the boats before finally leaving around 7.30. I know I'm a grumpy old woman but I do think you could be a little bit more considerate when brested up to someone. What's worse, and for security reasons I won't air this publicly, our perverse dogs never uttered a sound! We gave up and got up (again) - I once had dreams of staying in bed until 9 when I retired. Daisy decided to ignore the kerfuffle; these are her paws hanging out from under the blanket she sleeps within - disturb her at your peril. Incidentally, she fell in again when we were at Denford, it's become such a regular occurence I forgot to mention it.
PS Both Lesley and I have had an identical weird (not nasty) comment on our blogs in the last 6 weeks. Lesley has a theory that its an auto advertising trigger so let's put it to the test; here's what we think are the trigger words - flooring, carpets, tiles. Watch this space!
This little lot look a bit like a herd of buffalo in this pic but it's just a large flock of black sheep
The view from one of the bird hides at Titchmarsh Nature Reserve
Another village sign for my collection - this one is very detailed
and back out again via the very pretty Mill and Titchmarsh Lock
My brave little soldier in his muzzle
Most of this missed us
and home again 4 hours later with Daisy, now out of bed, enjoying the heat of the evening sun