Leighton Buzzard.

After filling with diesel at 20 pence per litre cheaper than we were quoted elsewhere, filling with water and swopping a gas bottle (empty for full) we had a leisurely cruise to Leyton Buzzard, dodging heavy showers on the way ( not that we cruised round them, you understand, but merely moored up and watched the rain from the shelter of the cabin ). Eventually we met Margaret and Bob at the Globe pub for a meal. Both pub and meals were past their best, my roast beetroot and aubergine curry resembled something the dog had sicked up but tasted ok, whilst the more traditional meals features cold chips and hot salads. Best avoided. We stayed overnight and woke to a sunny, warm morning. Lynne and I have commenced self- counselling sessions every morning as two fingers up to the pathetic , underfunded NHS service, with considerable success.