Fanny by Gaslight

Such an excellent day -with thanks Marky H. So, almost at season's end and we managed the long promised trip up to Limekilns and to Capernaum Pier, where Insto came and met us while we were quickly necking a couple of beers. Then it was aff again, and blimey, no recourse to the motor in either direction. How good is that? Very good, I'll tell yer. So, the night is dark out there, but I'm safely ensconced in my ancient little floating caravan. The curtains are drawn. The salted cashews and IPA are open, and the radio is gently playing. Soon I'll get into that down bag and sleep so restfully, I just know I will. [Gawd, this all sounds a bit self satisfied. Pity me having to get up for a pee.]