R had to go up to London for a Capture meeting, so left at 8:00am. On the way back in the evening, he got off the train at Reading to wait for Marion who was returning from Reigate. We were surprised to find that the train from Reading to Kintbury was an Intercity 125 (going on to Frome in Somerset) and we had to be in the front four coaches as the platforms at little Kintbury are so short.
When we got back to MM, we found that the horse had left its calling card on the towpath by the stern - a large pile of dung! M thought it would be good for the roses back home but didn't relish the prospect of carrying it home in a bag, although it would certainly have guaranteed her a row of seats to herself on the very crowded train to Reading! R thought it would probably have guaranteed her an entire carriage all to herself!
Meanwhile, we now have lovely calling cards for MM with our details on the front including the address of this diary and the contact details for Kingsground and Alexander on the back because so many people ask about MM and who built her. Perhaps we should get a commission!
Today just 1 hour to charge the batteries.
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