We awoke to a beautiful sunny morning with thin ice on the water.
|Moorings In Potter's Pool.|
|Blue Bungee Cord In Position.|
I discovered by chance, that there was a local beer festival on at Mytchett, so armed with my CAMRA card, I had to investigate. There were 30 ales on tap, but a man can only drink so much and I think I did my best. A little rest was now in order, as I had lost an hours sleep when the clocks were put forward overnight. The Friday start boats arrived and we repaired to the pub to put the world to rights and compare notes on the trip, so I had the chance to meet people whose boats I knew, but not their crews. One, Peter had been a member of the Narrow Boat Trust in the early days, when coal was shovelled out of the boats by hand. Yet again, it was another enjoyable evening, but in different company.