There was an extremely bitter north east wind blowing, so I had go below several times on the journey back just to get warmed up. The ghoul hanging from the high bridge had now gone, so I can only assume that someone had climbed out on the concrete girders to retrieve it. It was far too high to poke out with a stick. I caught up with nb Watoo Watoo to go through Ash lock together and not long after that, I had a bladefull of plastic sack that put the boat totally out of control. I was at the mercy of the wind and ended up at the bottom of someone's garden (I did consider dressing as a fairy), before I managed to remove the sack.
|Passing Through Mytchett Lake.|