Hello Ashore...!

Hello, ashore... I wonder... it rather looks like the "something's wrong" alarm has gone off... are you sailor types? I think I may have spilled my G&T...!

There seemed to be a blockage on the Avon this afternoon. Narrowboats generally go up and down the river, seldom across it. Perhaps when she shouted 'hard a-port' he'd come up with another glass of fortified wine. A lunch perhaps like the one we had today at Greg and Catherines... smashing meal washed down by an assortment of liquid loveliness.

Or maybe they were fine. When i consider some of the escapades I endured during the sailing years I'm amazed I'm still here. And who's to say the pointy end has to be in front all the time...

I smile as I note the facility to go back and forward by a year's worth of blips (middle button top of the picture, often overlooked). Go back two years and you'll see probably the great grandfather of the blackbird in the extra.

They still drop by every day for the toast crumbs. If we've not had toast now we have to go cut some bread! Habituated, I think is the word.