Sunday, 21 April 2013

Shorts Weather

Moved back up to Bourne End, because the weather app said that midweek will have the most sunshine, and I needed to top up on supplies, if I'm going to be out for 3-4 days. The lock keeper was on duty at Cookham lock, so the entire voyage was leisurely and peaceful. There were quite a few people out and about, enjoying their boats and the pleasant travelling conditions.

Sumo, taking it easy.

Homage to Vincent Van Gogh.

Alan banged on the roof, and demanded that I go to the Black Lion pub (dog friendly) and imbibe some alcohol with him. We sneaked back through the Abbotsbrook. A gated community for paranoid rich folk. Picturesque and bucolic in aspect, with it's own babbling brook and rustic bridge. But sterile, and not the sort of place I personally would care to live in. I get the feeling that everybody hides in their million pound houses, behind their hedges and electric gates. Gates within gates. Shakin' Stevens lives in there. But he didn't see us.

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