Saturday 3rd September, 2016 in Whitchurch.
A beautiful sunrise but unfortunately the forecast rain soon arrived and, as it was expected to last all day, we decided to stay put today.
Two hardy individuals had camped at the end of the arm and were cooking their breakfast (bacon butties). We walked past sniffing the aroma like a pair of Bisto Kids.
Whitchurch started life as the Roman town of Mediolanum, a fact celebrated on the town clock in the marketplace - made by the local clock makers W.B. Joyce, famous for making tower clocks.
The town is charming and has many delightful old buildings and lots of small specialist shops, such as Walkers, a sandwich shop and delicatessen with its original shop front.
The rest of the afternoon passed peacefully (it was still raining) until around 5:30 when there was a knock on the cabin door.
It was a gentleman from a narrowboat that had just left the moorings in front of us. It appeared that the propellor had fallen off his boat as he was passing us and, as they are expensive, he wanted to try and find it.
Over the next couple of hours, R helped by probing the canal bottom with a pole from on board MM, while the unfortunate fellow got into the canal and searched back and forth beside MM.
As the sun set, it reflected off the lift bridge behind us.