Shadja drones on

A few words slung together

Twilight Rae

We’ve moored at Hilgay, down a branch off the Great Ouse called the river Wissey. We can feel the end of our trip approaching; we have to be at Denver Sluice by 11.45 tomorrow. It’s only about an hour from here. The trip down the Wissey was winding and reedy, but hey, we’re old hands now. I forgot to buy steak in Littleport but Rae is a master improviser. Master? Mistress? Can I say that? Probably not. Bloody patriarchal language strikes again @Ruby @Lucy

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