After returning from our sunday family cruise, better late than never, James suddenly arrived back home to stop-over and that evening at dinner, we were a family again for the first time in several years... magic.
He had the Monday free, so I was deteremined to get him out on the boat for his first cruise.
On the basis that you only live once, come 3.30 I shut the shop, stuck my "gone fishing " notice in the window and Liz, James and I shot over to Debdale and cast off for Foxton.
The low water level alerts seem to have emptied the canal of boats, so we had a wonderfully relaxed cruise down to the Inn, where we moored-up and had a drink ... sitting on the boat to avoid the wasps. After a short stop, we chugged round under Rainbow Bridge and moored on the 48 hour moorings.
Liz had brought a home-made chilli along, so James played my guitar (so much better than me !!) whilst we waited for the rice to cook, in windless evening sunshine. After a royal feast, we tried to feed the Ducks and Swans, but they had obviously had more than enough bread for the day, although a juvenile Moorhen was appreciative. What the birds left was quickly nibbled away by hundreds of tiny fish though ... wonderful to watch.
Well fed and watered, we chugged slowly back to Debdale and on to our mooring.
It truly was a wonderful, stolen few hours .... first of many more I hope.
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