We are off on a trip to Birmingham.
As we walked along the tow path and loaded the boat on Monday lunchtime, a couple were in the process of mooring up and Pete and the skipper said a polite hallo, whereupon Pete did a double take and shouted 'Rog?' There was a brief pause before Rog realised who Pete was and within an hour we were sitting in the pub with him and his wife, Pip having a beer, or two, or three or.....then dinner, then we finally got back onboard around 8pm.
They had both been air traffic controllers for the queen and hadn't seen each other in at least 12 years. Pip had also worked for her maj and so the conversation flowed with lots of reminiscing and memories and various old colleagues' names being banded about. The stories and their sense of humour kept me from being bored and everything was interspersed with narrowboat tales as well.
So our first afternoon was happily taken up with socialising with this lively couple whose boat is stunning and fitted out to their own design. Not to mention meeting Ozzie their one-eyed bouncy cocker spaniel who behaved impeccably and was much loved by other customers in the pub. It was a suitable diversion from the foul weather; rain, hailstones and 40mph winds.
We locked up tight for the night and lit the fire. Good grief this is June?!
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