Yesterday’s move was a short one. About seventy-five yards, by the look of it. After six locks, all set agin me, the previous day I just wanted to moor up, eat, drink and be Merry. Merry is one of the Seven Dwarves, I have a costume. Not really. Anyway, as I was saying, most of the canal bank hereabouts is soggy and eroded, covered in an overgrowth of reeds – an overgrowth that probably attracts some sort of “wildlife habitat” grant (I kid you not) – and the only easy moorings are the officially-sanctioned moorings, in towns. I bunged the Cardinal, as much as one may bung a cardinal, onto the first such, a couple of boat lengths beyond the bridge, between the bridge and the blue boat shown above.

The interwebnettings worked – for about five minutes. Then all I was told by my electronic friends was “NO SERVICE”…