After a trolly dash round Morrisons, we left Stone, on our way back home for the summer.
This big boy has been patrolling up and down the moorings constantly, he puffs up his wings and swims alongside anyone walking the towpath. Yesterday a canoeist had to remove himself and his canoe from the canal as this swan was just too aggressive towards him.
This is the cottage on the lane near Aston Lock. After many years of neglect, it's finally being restored.
Lovely gypsy caravan in a field near Hoo Mill, with different types of fancy chickens, ducks and ponies running round the field. Also these three huge black turkeys, one of which was an old boy who had obviously been very lucky round the last few December times.
Lovely brickwork, steps and cobbles at Hoo Mill lock.
This blog was interrupted by a whole bottle of red wine smashing in the wine rack when I dropped the chair on the neck of the bottle - I wouldn't be able to do it again if you paid me. We now have red wine running out from under the cooker, and soaking into the floor. Not nice before 9am in the morning. That's our plan for an early start scuppered. Why up and out so early? Because an ex-challenger boat came stonking past at 6.50 - that's in the AM!!
I know what he can do with his Broadsword!
I just know its going to be one of those days.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.