Pete's Patent Pheasant Awakener. Q: How do you wake a sleeping pheasant? A: Piss on its head at 4.30am!
On a previous trip, Romajech's stern ran aground on the shallow shelf between bridges 11 and 12. A family of cyclists tried for over an hour to free her. She finally floated off when Mike walked to the bow and the weight distribution did the trick.
The cafe at Stenson was our lunch stop (no guerrillas today) after coming through this particularly deep lock. Not amused by four men - ill mannered in both human and boaty terms - in the following boat who wanted us to rush and then rammed the top gates to open them as they exited.
We passed a duck with three duckings on her rush nest, relaxing in the sun only a few feet from passing boats. Mike thought that if she'd had a nail file, she might have been doing her nails.
We found moorings for the night near The Green Dragon pub in Willington. A very irate swan was patrolling up and down and chased a man in an inflatable boat. The onslaught was so fierce, that he steered to the bank and jumped out. About an hour later we saw the two of them still fighting, going in the opposite direction. As Shakespeare probably said "Exit, pursued by a swan".
To our beds with the sounds of trains, boats and planes - is there a song in there somewhere?
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