On our way to Debdale Wharf for the whole painting jobby. Two pairs of buzzards wheeled overhead as we set off this morning. The sun shone on us periodically, just so we didn't forget it altogether. Birds abounded. A kestrel plummeted out of the sky and snatched up a vole from the towing-path next to us. People were scarce. Boats on the move, even more so. New-born lambs bleated at us as we passed. One shook itself like a dog, and fell over. It feels like ages since we've done this. I just want to keep going.
We're moored up now just above Foxton Top Lock. Debdale tomorrow.
This might be your final look at Kantara's old, tatty paintwork. Actually, the photo does it a justice it doesn't deserve. It really is very thin and tired. You can't see them very well, but the roses on the side were painted by Grace, in practice for the real thing.
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