The sad fate of NB Gurnamore

The EA mooring can be seen in the background and G thinks he recognises it as Ditchford lock on the River Nene although we haven't found anything in the papers/internet

Presumably trying to get into the lock

When the strong flow over the weir grabbed the back end - it makes your stomach drop just to see the pictures

There surely must have been a 'strong stream' (closed to navigation) notice in force - or maybe, as is it's wont, the River Nene came up very quickly. I hope all on board were OK and I'm sure the boat can be salvaged. Horrible though - it must have been terrifying.

Look at the swell on that

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)!

A pub with no beer!

Someone should write a song about that - oh, they did.

We moored on the EA moorings next to the pub at Littleport. Now called The Swan On The River, it has been re-opened just 3 weeks ago by the new owners after refurbishment.

With Yarwood moored opposite, G went off to see his Mum; Joe was ensconced in front of the grand prix and Lesley and I walked the dogs. Walk completed, we decided a pint was a good idea - so did Joe and he put the racing onto record when we realised the pub shut at 4.00pm and didn't re-open until Tuesday lunchtime! They have a lovely real fire and nice squidgy sofas now so we settled down with a pint of Doombar each - just what we needed on a miserable Sunday afternoon. Went down well so I went for another - they hadn't got any. No beer of any kind. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a new barrel tomorrow" I was told. "But you don't open tomorrow" I replied. "Oh no. We don't" she said. Our 48 hours are up Tuesday morning (tomorrow).

How sad was I that I left that 8 pint cask of Broadside sitting on the supermarket shelf on Friday.

When we were out with the dogs today, NB Harnser came pootling passed on their way to Cambridge to do the Backs on Wednesday. Brian tried to pretend he hadn't seen us, but Diana took pity on us and came out to give us a cheery wave