23.06.16
Another evening in the Folly, this time a mile walk from our mooring at bridge 110. We met another couple to talk boat stories with although they showed themselves to be a bit strange as the evening wore on. Or at least he did. He left his wife to eat on her own and went to the bar to chat to others which I thought most horrible. He knew all the words to every 60s song played over the sound system although we didn't really need to hear his renditions. Hey ho, nowt so queer as (boating) folk.
Good job we had a mile walk back as we were both stuffed with pub pie and fit to burst, it's a wonder the boat didn't sink.
Another peaceful night, but we were woken by a duck slapping along the roof and then cars tooting on the narrow bridge, so off we went up the Napton flight aided by Bill in his CRT capacity and sporting his stylish port and starboard socks! Nice to see him again and he very kindly did the whole flight with us - even pointed out a sedge warbler to Pete. This could set off a whole new interest! Thanks, Bill. Don't lose touch.
2 boat names made it into our list today: Nomad Rush and The Early Go. The latter passed us and Pete called 'air trafficker?' to the skipper, who replied 'yes ex-air traffic'. They would have had a longer conversation had we been mooring near to them, no doubt. Early Go is a favourite phrase in their industry and makes for an apt boat name.
Tonight we moor by the mast, a landmark in this direction for us Fenny Comptoners and although the sun has not made an appearance it's very warm. A skylark is singing as I type and the canal is quiet.
Tomorrow we will know if we are still members of the EU.
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Another evening in the Folly, this time a mile walk from our mooring at bridge 110. We met another couple to talk boat stories with although they showed themselves to be a bit strange as the evening wore on. Or at least he did. He left his wife to eat on her own and went to the bar to chat to others which I thought most horrible. He knew all the words to every 60s song played over the sound system although we didn't really need to hear his renditions. Hey ho, nowt so queer as (boating) folk.
Good job we had a mile walk back as we were both stuffed with pub pie and fit to burst, it's a wonder the boat didn't sink.
Another peaceful night, but we were woken by a duck slapping along the roof and then cars tooting on the narrow bridge, so off we went up the Napton flight aided by Bill in his CRT capacity and sporting his stylish port and starboard socks! Nice to see him again and he very kindly did the whole flight with us - even pointed out a sedge warbler to Pete. This could set off a whole new interest! Thanks, Bill. Don't lose touch.
2 boat names made it into our list today: Nomad Rush and The Early Go. The latter passed us and Pete called 'air trafficker?' to the skipper, who replied 'yes ex-air traffic'. They would have had a longer conversation had we been mooring near to them, no doubt. Early Go is a favourite phrase in their industry and makes for an apt boat name.
Tonight we moor by the mast, a landmark in this direction for us Fenny Comptoners and although the sun has not made an appearance it's very warm. A skylark is singing as I type and the canal is quiet.
Tomorrow we will know if we are still members of the EU.
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