As I write, Herbie nestles in Paddington basin with Claire and family on board, while we dog sit at home. We accompanied them up the Slough Arm then jumped off as they turned into the Grand Union and waved them off with our fingers crossed. Here they go . .
I had a nervous day but apparently they had a good time, arrived unscathed and moored up safely, so I can breath again. I can report that the dog is fine too (although he has chewed up one of Jacob's cricket balls).
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