Shadja drones on

A few words slung together

The old man and the sky

Heading back up the Great Ouse, Lucy at the tiller. We’ve just pumped out our waste and taken on fresh water. All is well, despite the anxious moments when we first opened the valve.

We got a rare sight soon after this, of a pair of herons cruising above us. And then a blinkin’ kingfisher, which we had not seen for a couple of days.

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