Which is about all I am capable of saying at the moment.
We were out by seven, walking up the Stockton locks to get them ready for Nick - although he already had a helper, who actually helped us through to Bascote. Tonight we are at the top of the Hatton flight, and every single one was against us. Need I say more?
I also - this seems such a long time ago, being this morning - have had my first experience of steering a butty. The steering itself is great, even though the tiller has to be wedged intonthe elum with bits of kindling in order to clear the cabin top, but the breasting up coming into locks needs a bit more work.