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.
Monday, 24 June 2013
This little piggy stayed at home
In stead of going to Market Harborough. Jim's various meetings today seem to have been successful, but sadly meant that we couldn't make the time for a round trip to this significant town. It will have to be another time. I fancy a trip one day taking in the whole of the Grand Union and every branch and arm.
We have however finished our pub researches with a very decent meal at the Black Horse, after spending an excellent hour back in the Bridge 61, where we were made very welcome by proprietor and regulars alike.
We have moved Chertsey back out of the arm and are all set to be the first up the locks tomorrow, as long as no one gets out of bed before us.