Home for the weekend.

Thursday 13th August 2020

A bit cooler today so we set off down through six locks and Berkhamsted  before mooring below Rising Sun lock. To cheer us, there was a ‘help yourself’ bag of marrows at Gas 1 lock, thankyou, how thoughtful.

As we exited the last lock Brenda had a sad tear in her eye. A toddler, about 2, was watching us leaving the lock. Instead of the ‘normal’ wave he kept sending the new greeting of kissed fingers flung out toward us. Wonderful! but sad that Covid has fashioned his ‘new normal’.

We moored up behind a boat that had it’s engine running to charge batteries. Before we had finished tieing up, it’s owner had come out and appologised. No problem. He then said anything we needed, just let him know. Who siad modern youngsters have no respect? Most do.

Graham fetched the car from Marsworth and we set off home for the weekend. More Blood-biking duties over the weekend.

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