Gongoozling

Last day here today so drove down to the village for a wander by the Shropshire and Worcestershire canal, first northwards until we could see the M6 the back and southwards as far as the next bridge, which is closed to traffic.

Although by no means busy in the middle of a sunny Sunday morning there was a fair amount of activity between the narrow-boaters,  dogwalkers and the lone fisherman. Noticeably, all except one offered a greeting, even the jogger gasped a thank-you as we stood aside.

As The Boat pub was still closed we went to Pillaton garden centre for coffee and a slice of delicious-looking Bakewell tart, sadly disappointingly tough and rather sweet, though Mr Flum enjoyed what he could hack and has finished mine for supper.

After an afternoon resting in our tiny garden (the lawn grass is 6 inches tall) we had our evening meal with my Big Brother, by way of a farewell. By the time we see him again he may well be settled in his new flat. Unless he needs more help to do so.