I overslept. It was damned near 0730hrs when this gaggle of horn-honking ne’er do wells made it their job to wake me up before the whole of the day was wasted.

Oi! You! Feed us or we’ll crap on your solar panels.

Geese can be unbelievably noisy, especially if they are hungry from their overnight fasting and wholly intent on persuading each and every narrowboat to open its hatches and feed them. I neither opened the hatches nor fed them, the smudge on the photograph above is because I took the photo through glass…

Mind you, they were quite right about it being long past time to stir my stumps. This was my reward for flinging off my striped pyjamas and performing a few stretching exercises (and, yes, coughing and scratching at armpits and …things… counts as exercise). I poked my angelic little face up agin a porthole…