I'm sure life will throw a ton of stuff at us (and probably not all of it good) but right now; just at this very moment, we have no commitments until our adventure to France next year in May. So we're Billy no mates, just mooring up where it takes our fancy and we can actually get access, between the continuous moorers. I don't know how, but this problem does have to be fixed. It is a farce.
This is Compass Rose, Barn Owl No 8 (I think?) reversing into a tight slot at the back of Desborough Island
and the Church at Old Shepperton
the ubiquitous little old man watching our passing
and happily moored at
Laleham where it took Daisy an astonishingly long 20 mins to catch her first mouse - she'll lose her Royal warrant at this rate
I haven't edited this pic, I promise, it looks like someone took a chainsaw to the back section - the perspective is so wrong
Loving their Begonias, the only thing I miss about life as a cc is my garden