I really like this poster that some mystery person has hung on the railings by the water point at the Black Horse at Greenford. Well done them.
However , six feet away is someone who either can't or won't read it.
There she was, Nb Doris, moored right between the water point bollards and absolutely not taking on water. Not just her either, but we have seen other boats there too, and just down the canal, less than a minutes walk away are good moring spaces. Meanwhile we have to stretch our hose to its very limit and poke the front of our boat into the bridge hole in oreder to take on water. Grrrr.
I took those photos on our way into London, but now we are back at the Black Horse on our way back, for tonight is our last night of this cruise which started just a month ago at Crick. Tomorrow we take up our winter berth at High Line Yachting at Iver.
We've had a very good time, adopting a very gentle pace and of course finishing with a week in London, where we saw some noteworthy things, like these men, actually there were several of them, all roped and carabinered up, refreshing the aluminium paint on the millennium footbridge over the Thames.
We'd just been to Southwark cathedral
to listen to an organ recital during which I drifted off into thoughts about how to write the next bit of my book (Now up to 15,507 words). I decide to rewrite one of the female characters to give her a bit more strength. I'm sure any feminists among you would approve. Actually, what I really mean is that I was afraid that any feminists among you would have disapproved of her the way she was!
Yesterday, we went to London's best address - No 1 London, aka Apsley House aka The first Duke of Wellington's House. Having done their very good audio tour you begin to realise what a megastar he was in his day, showered with fabulous gifts from the crowned heads of Europe and constantly surrounded by all kinds of mementos of his Waterloo victory. I remarked to one of the guides that it was a wonder he retained any vestige of humility. "Well," she said, "he didn't." A good visit.