Pulled the pins from Bourne end just before 9 this morning
After ¼ of a mile and into our 2nd lock George announced that it was raining (I couldn’t even see or feel any rain) and that we should pull in below the lock (Winkwell) rather than get wet. The very, very slight drizzle had cleared up by the time we’d finished mooring up at just 10 o'clock, but never mind there’s a pub here (Three Horseshoes); that’ll save me cooking and I made the executive decision that we should eat our main meal at lunchtime today rather than this evening.
And look who turned up a few minutes later, it’s Jules and Richard, hi Richard!
At the Three Horseshoes
… by the swing bridge
I’ll have whatever you have says Molly.