NB Ceilidh - Ship's Blog

gap between the buildings - a turning! Go for it. We swerve hard left out of the raging current and find ourselves in the relative calm of the Blakes Wharf loop, which passes in front of the old ruined Abbey. Henry VIII flogged off the site after the dissolution of the monasteries - oh and after he had hung, drawn and quartered the Abbot and several Monks. The Abbot apparently was his friend..... Good thing he wasn't his enemy then!

Moored up and rang Mum, who hopped on a bus to join us for the afternoon. Watched the Grand National, but only after finding it on the internet. The massive walls of Reading Gaol blocking any TV signal. My horse came to the line last. As soon as he got there.... There off! Cant see my horse with the leaders... camera pans back to the start line - yep mine is still stood there.

Sister & brother-in-law kindly collected Mum save her having to bus it back. Set off home against the raging current. Where we had been careering down out of control a few hours earlier, we crawled along. Doing the maths - 6 knot current thataway - 7 knot screaming engine thiseaway = 1 knot actual speed. Plenty of time to study the view anyway.

Suddenly the houses stop and fields begin. Went a few minutes further and parked up for the night.outside