Thank you Britain for pulling out all the stops on the weather front this week. I am truly thankful. It has been a glorious week, I am tanned and tired, my freckles have appeared in cruel numbers and my joints ache from opening the locks and fighting the mooring ropes. We have steered this 69ft boat from Devizes to Bath and back again, we have moved a hundred swing bridges and ascended and descended more locks than I can count. I have drunk too much wine and eaten too much ice cream. I am blissfully worn out.
Cunning Fox, I am sorry to have left you behind. I wish you were mine.
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