So we had one of those mornings of hanging around, doing bits and pieces but not liking to get heavily involved in something. After lunch and the post-prandial internal eyelid inspection session, we gave up waiting and took a walk round the marina, popping into the Farm Shop to stock up on bread flour now that I'm baking regularly again. On our way back we stopped to chat to John off George and no sooner had we finished than the phone rang.
"I'm at Dale Farm but I can't see your lodge."
Aaargh. I shot back to the vehicle gate to find him waiting there and Sheila went round to the lodge, phoning Jo as she went. We all rendezvoused at Walnut, where I'm pleased to say the furniture fitted onto the patio very nicely.
Back at the boat, I've started some tomato and garlic dough which I think/hope will make a good focaccia. After that, a quiet evening is indicated, getting the personal batteries fully charged ready for tomorrow, when we have Jo and Wynne for dinner.