No particular place to go......

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

 Chertsey Bridge

 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 

 Dial Cottage

 Leaving our moorings for tea-time walks, Muttley spotted a cat and chased it. It ran off in a rather satisfactory (from his point of view) manner. Further along our walk he turned around and ran at Daisy - she was so gob-smacked at his audacity that she climbed a tree. That Muttley is in sooooo much trouble. I wouldn't want to walk a mile in his shoes this week!