New Territory

We left Worcester behind again after a close shave with Real Estate. Too easy to get tempted back into the Rat Race. We travelled upstream on the River Severn into new territory, passing Beverley Lock and on to Holt, where the clever Lock keeper welcomed us with the phrase ….”We’ve been expecting you, Mr Bond!”. Oh the British humour; what a delight! We experienced our very first disturbed night here, thanks to some quiet fishermen who started up a conversation about every 45 minutes, enough to keep breaking us out of our reverie. At 2am I took control and politely asked them to stop nattering. They said it was such a lovely night, they couldn’t give it up. They all disbanded except for this gentleman who obviously had nowhere else to be that night! Our engine is now behaving ok, but we have discovered that on Rivers water tends to leak into the bilge, probably because we’re going faster. Andy has got used to being completely anal about engine checks daily. We ha...