So there's another decade gone, and we're still here, but in all likelihood we'll be somewhere else next summer because we've decided we need a change of scene for Herbie and enquiries are being made at far off marinas to see if they'll put up with us at a price we're prepared to afford. I won't say where just yet in case it doesn't work out but let's just say that we're hoping to head further north where the beer is cheaper and where the canals offer us fresh experiences. Our main regret, and it is not a small one, will be moving away from good friends down the Oxford and missing one or two of our favourite places like these.
We must be mad to move away from these places, but there'll be new ones we hope. We'll try and fit some of them in one last time before we go. Aah well, you can't have everything. Maybe we'll come back in a year or two.
Talking of beer, as I write I'm only hours away from Dry January (with a one day exception for my birthday). I have been known to go for Dry February - a smart move as it has less days, - but after a less than abstemious Christmas I need to get some weight off pronto and give the old liver a rest, so January it is. I suppose I might have the odd alcohol free beer or cider if I get desperate.
Anyhow, while I still have a glass in my hand, I'll raise it to my lovely readers and wish you all a very Happy and preposterous New Year.