The first sounds of spring

We spent the weekend at that lovely spot & they all went off for a pint & a spot of geo-caching on Saturday & much industrious wood sorting on Sunday, whilst I hobbled around ineffectually & made cups of tea & soup. I am so fed up with this foot which is not getting any better (although I suppose we could have reversed MR back to the pub!).

At least they wore the dogs out for me.

Here comes MR round the ridiculous turn at Hawkesbury junction from the Coventry onto the Oxford. Given this was the first pub in my walking distance for over a week I jumped ship, did the stop lock & disappeared into the Greyhound to order the beers; rudely leaving the others to moor up further on. We had a really nice lunch there & set off towards Stretton & Brinklow today after a very leisurely start.

Travelling today I heard the first sounds of spring. Fellow bloggers have been photoing the first sights of spring: snowdrops, lambs, even daffodils, but today I heard the first sounds. No, not a cuckoo, "slow down," "look at your bow wave," "tiller the other way", "reverse it off". Yep. The sounds of spring - the hire boats are back & my man's blood pressure is rising along with the sap.