Pot calls kettle black

After swabbing down the decking yesterday morning we headed for a walk around the nature reserve. By the time we got home we were covered in bites and stings. Long trousers next time!

I was working this morning. All went very well.

I went for a cycle along the towpath this evening in search of a blip. I found this boat moored as soon as I got on to the path. It was bedecked with beautiful pots of flowers but it was this red kettle on the fore deck which caught my eye with father and son lazily fishing on the opposite bank. A lovely summer evening on the canal.