We're in Foxton for a moment or two, taking on water and putting off waste. Here's Pete, Bella and Josie; Jose's head tucks out of the bedhole between the gas lockers on deck.
We loved Market Harborough's Union Wharf at night. Such magic! But with the morning came boat change over for the hire fleet and its associated noise and movement. So after Elizabeth ironed yesterday's cleaned linens and Pete checked the fan belt (do forgive the unusual gender stereotyping), we set out to a lovely morning.
