Graffiti is also becoming more prevalent.
Due to a bull in a china shop moment involving one of the crew and the hose reel Lynne fell over and cut her foot. A few swear words and a sticking plaster later, all was well again and the crew remain friends, sort of. I have spent my life believing everyone learns from their mistakes, but if you're perfect and never make any where does your knowledge come from? Is it in the genes? Answers on a postcard please. I have always been a great believer in " If it ain't broken, don't fix it", mainly because of my restricted DIY skills, but still find it difficult to comprehend why people still like to fiddle for no discernible reason even though their DIY skills far exceed mine. The end results always seem identical as the damn thing never works again. Tardis Two is showing the scars of 2 weeks under constant use, but still receives compliments from other boaters and gongoozlers. Foxton locks is a magnet for gongoozlers and is always crowded. Certainly not the place to make a boating foo-par, which Lynne avoided to her great credit.
Having lost a days cruising to rain we will have our work cut out to return to Stensen by tomorrow night but we'll give it our best shot.
Another good day healthwise.
No comments:
Post a Comment