Lazy Sunday

Rain overnight, slept through by me. The last few nights have been restful, although Lynne claims I shouted "Sadie's gone" at one point during the night ! The morning is overcast and breezy, but apparently warm. My right leg is giving me some gyp this morning which Lynne has promised to massage sometime soon, having diagnosed cramp. We are moored in one of our preferred "middle of nowhere" spots, but very scenic. We aim to have a pub Sunday lunch today once we have dragged ourselves up.

We ended up a couple of miles further up the Grand Union canal at an unromanticly named village  called Bugbrooke where we had an excellent Sunday dinner at The Wharf during a very heavy shower and then settled back aboard  to watch the Wimbledon men's final between Federa and Djokovitch which was won by the latter in a breathtaking way, but first we had to move our mooring a few yards further up the canal to ensure a good TV picture. Having achieved that we opted to stay overnight.