That's another fine day you've got me in

What with all this fine weather and drinking to match, we used the last of the Gold Hobgoblin I'd laid in last night, so a trip to the Farm Shop was indicated. We'd run out of bread and tomatoes too. Walking was a little painful at first until joints stiffened by yesterday's unaccustomed exercise eased up. We took along the collected recycling of the last few days and dumped it in the skips by Anglo-Welsh as we passed.

I always spend more than I mean to in that shop. We bought interesting Scotch eggs (mine based on a duck egg), some nice bread, still warm, and some meat to keep us going. The butcher there is nearly as good as Betty's Farm. We also acquired two bottles of Titanic Brewery's Iceberg, their American style beer, though I'm not sure the joke is in good taste.

Just hope the beer is.

We staggered back to the boat with this lot and have been taking it fairly easy since, doing pottering type jobs. It was very pleasant to sit out on the bow after lunch, though it's clouded over now with just a spatter of rain. Sheila's started work on replacement porthole doilies as a change from knitting Guernseys.

Question of the day: why is the bridge just before the Wide called Swivel Bridge? It doesn't look like it's ever been a swing bridge, so maybe it's the local farm name or something.

Tomorrow, on round Stafford and up Deptmore Lock.