Year 40, day 43

This is a set of lock gates on the canal, where many years ago the hozzband and I paused for some time and looked down at the rushing water.

He wasn't the hozzband at that point. We were Just Friends ... just about. Things were about to change very rapidly.

Today I was there with the Oyster, on our way from the Dart station. We'd started the morning with his eye appointment, and I was leading him along because his vision was still blurred from the drops.