> > On the first voyage, as we approached Grove Mill winding hole on the > return journey in intermittent sunshine with threatening clouds fast > approaching, we collected (what turned out to be) a gents jacket on the prop. > Since we > were unable to shake it off in the normal way, as usual I was volunteered > to make the day's first visit down the weed hatch. As I doffed my upper > garments it started to snow lightly, quickly turning to a heavy hail shower > and the cold wind increased. Happily after about five minutes I managed to > get enough of the material loose to unwind the tangled mess and relieved we > were soon on our way again. >
...and whilst the young Naylor chappie was up to his arms in the delightfully scented Chesterfield Canal water, some of us were doing proper work shifting timber around for Python's decking / staging. I don't know who got the best of the deal. I suppose it's a good job (for me) I wasn't in Retford otherwise, as the youngest on the crew, I would have felt obliged to go down into the murky depths myself. -- David Morris blog: http://www.brassedoff.net/wp
