Chris and I had a lie in and the bed collapsed.

Not joking here, the leg fell off and Chris splatted on the floor. Annelies rang, and then we had breakfast and were then confronted with eleven locks over two miles. Weather was cool which was nice after yesterday’s hot sun actually. Managed locks in record time, assisted three other boats along the way and thoroughly deserved lunch.

Spent the afternoon sitting in the rain drinking beer.

Mum and Dad saw a goose that didn’t want to get its feet wet. It eyed the piece of bread that floated in the water, dipped a toe but wistful looks notwithstanding seemed too scared to go in and get it. It didn’t even have the excuse of being a fledgling, rather it was a full on belligerent adult with wimpish tendencies.

Went through two more locks with virtually no work whatsoever due to boats coming in the opposite direction.

Dad and I saw a moorhen with more than half a dozen ickle baby chickies. Very, very, very cute, and Mum was very, very, very jealous (being in the shower at the time). We also saw two groups of over fifty odd Canada geese decimating a couple of crop fields.

Whilst Dad and I calmly, quietly and efficiently moored the boat, loud voices could be heard from the galley. Not of argument, nor swearing, however with Mum and Chris jointly cooking dinner, volumes rose to crescendo level as they discussed what they were doing. Think Nigella Lawson and Nick Rhodes in the same tiny kitchen. The wine probably assisted in this, however the resulting dinner was delicious, and we watched Thelma and Louise afterwards.

Johan rang all the way from Holland and Dad missed him because he was too busy admiring someone else’s boat.