We eventually stopped at Stoke Golding for lunch because mum wanted to buy some mooring rings and new rope from the Chandlery there but it had closed because there wasn't enough trade. After lunch we stopped at the farm shop by Bridge 23 again and this time they bought some goat! The butcher actually got the carcass out of the fridge and cut some chops off it. At the end of the day we moored up by Bridge 14 just past Hinkley. Jennyanydots kicked Liz into a clump of nettles. Her arms were badly stung.
I am a Golden Retriever dog. I live with my mum and dad and Jack Russell friend Toby. We spend as much time as possible on NB Jennyanydots which is moored at Kings Bromley Marina in Staffordshire.
Friday, 29 June 2012
21 June 2012
When we woke up mum and Liz decided to stay at Market Bosworth for a while because they had managed to get BTFON. They spent ages on their computers. I wanted to get off the boat and play.
We eventually stopped at Stoke Golding for lunch because mum wanted to buy some mooring rings and new rope from the Chandlery there but it had closed because there wasn't enough trade. After lunch we stopped at the farm shop by Bridge 23 again and this time they bought some goat! The butcher actually got the carcass out of the fridge and cut some chops off it. At the end of the day we moored up by Bridge 14 just past Hinkley. Jennyanydots kicked Liz into a clump of nettles. Her arms were badly stung.
Today was the first time we all got properly wet. The weather gods weren't smiling on us today. It absolutely poured down with rain but mum and Liz enjoyed seeing the steam powered boat NB Tixhall steam past us and then moor up behind us.
We eventually stopped at Stoke Golding for lunch because mum wanted to buy some mooring rings and new rope from the Chandlery there but it had closed because there wasn't enough trade. After lunch we stopped at the farm shop by Bridge 23 again and this time they bought some goat! The butcher actually got the carcass out of the fridge and cut some chops off it. At the end of the day we moored up by Bridge 14 just past Hinkley. Jennyanydots kicked Liz into a clump of nettles. Her arms were badly stung.
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