Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
The Great Trent Thrash Day 2: Stretton (yes, another one, near Burton this time) to Sawley
Collisions: none (good) Groundings: 3, two in very quick succession. Thanks to Antelope, the two guys from up the Ashby, and the man on the Canaltime boat - we won't tell them, I promise! Injuries: One very bruised little finger (mine). Shouting matches: Many. In fact, I'm hoarse. Nice pub meals: One, at the Navigation Inn at the bottom of the Erewash. And a consummately professional barmaid. Sandwiches: Breakfast and lunch Electric locks: 1 Totally unexpected electric locks: 1 Cups of tea: 2, both before 8.30 a.m. Jim has decided that Chertsey's main drawback cf. Warrior is the lack of tea-on-demand. Caffeine withdrawal headaches: 1. Seriously considering a spoonful of instant coffee granules before bed. Do they dissolve in cold water?
PS. I have no idea what that black line is across the photo. It isn't in the original, I must have inadvertently introduced it whilst ensmallening it, but I can't be bothered now... just imagine it away.