You'ld think we were on the Wash - it's certainly put me off the sea going idea.
We weren't even moving - just moored up by Denver Sluice. I see that the Ouse is back on strong stream from Bedford to Earith as is the River Nene again.
When we left Littleport the fellers reckoned it would take 2 hours to get the boats up to Denver; so Lesley and I did a bit of shopping before driving the car to Denver and taking the dogs for a really nice walk - circular and no thistles underfoot (the dogs hate thistles).
We arrived back at the moorings to hear that the boats were still more than an hour away - when they finally appeared it was with both boats strapped together. That explains it then, one of them had broken down. No. They just decided that, tied together, they could take turns in popping into the boats to put washing on, make coffee, fetch biscuits and have a natter. I don't blame them either, it's a very dull bit of river - nothing to see but the flood banks - and Lesley and I had our washing all up to date
This last photo is just to prove Lesley is still alive - I haven't murdered her and chucked her in (well, I could hardly bury her under a patio)!