I can see for miles and miles and miles...

Now that the drops have worn off, that is. We had a good session at Vision Express, just a shade late running. Sheila needs new specs, and I am just about changed enough to justify some too, so we'll sort those out on the way back through, I reckon.

I didn't feel like helping Sheila choose new frames whilst squinting through blurry eyes…

/blur

The run down this morning was very straightforward, and we got there in very good time, so were able to a) wind the boat before tying and b) unload all our recycling at the handily positioned council tip on the way. It was nearly lunchtime when we got back, so we ate and then moved the boat.

It was my turn to steer, and I was nearly fully functional again, so did the business. Actually, despite a certain fuzziness at more than 100 foot off, I managed a neat approach to the bottom of Branston Lock, though I say it myself. A single hander had just emerged and closed up as we came into view, but since the move off the lock landing into the lock is a bit tedious for a full length, I took Sanity Again gently up to the gates and Sheila hopped off to open them.

She afterwards told me that I'd stopped with just a few inches between the bow fender and the gates.

Neat, huh?

/nobigdeal

Back at Branston once more, we had a quick chat with Elanor on the phone, she being at home in her lunch break to run the pooch; she's stopping by tonight with a mail delivery.

The rest of the day has been pretty quiet, reading, doing the crossword and codeword, winding up Sue Cook of Indigo Dream on Twitter (Should that be twinding up?).

She claims that describing her car as stationery is valid as it's full of paperwork, but I thought it was already full of greyhounds…

/wahaha

We'll stay here for a couple of days, then back to Alrewas one last time for now.