We left it quite late before starting out this morning; the guy tied in front of us had said that the moorings at Poynton were very full, and we wanted to allow time for some boats to move. It was gone half nine before I winded Sanity Again and headed back the way we'd come yesterday.
When we got here, there were several spaces available, including the one next to Butty Lark. So we're back where we were but pointing the other way. We'll stay here until the final boat shuffle a week on Friday, I expect.
It was now half ten, coffee and hot choc time, so we adjourned to the Trading Post with Martin and were shortly joined by Stephen and Jayne. Dolce is now in the paint shed, probably for the rest of this week.
We were able to admire Mirabilis, Braidbar 150, ready for handover to Graham and Abbi who turned up while we were there. All the very best with her, you two; the grins do wear off, but it takes a while.
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Having run out of bread, I lit the oven on our return to the boat, only to find that the pack of part bakes had gone mouldy. Plan B was to walk down to Poynton and get some sandwiches there.
On the way, we discovered that the Coffee Tavern, next to the Boar's Head, was open for once. They do light meals, so we tried them out. In thirteen years of visiting here, it's the first time we've been inside.
The food was fine, if basic. We each had a melt which came with chips (fries, really) and a bit of salad. Rested and refreshed, off we went down the hill to raid Waitrose for perishables. Having shopped, we had half an hour to wait for the bus, so spent half that time sitting in the sun on a handy bench outside the Civic Centre.
Stores unloaded and put away, a final burst of gardening took place before joining the gang at the Trading Post for afternoon drinks.
Tomorrow, boat cleaning will recommence, I suspect.
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