One of the many rubbish trucks that went past first thing this morning
Dave and Rosalyn (forgive me if I’ve spelt that incorrectly!) came to see us this morning; we had coffee on the boat and chatted about family and life in general. It was fabulous to meet them, the last time I saw them I was about five years old and they came to our house in Walmley, Sutton Coldfield, for a weekend. I recall a photo of us all at a fountain in Birmingham and Rosalyn had long blonde hair tied back, and was wearing a shift dress. She was beautiful then and 45 years later still is. My parents are both only children so it was neat to meet some distant relations—I think we must be great cousins or something!
No word yet on the inverter, so we’re still keeping our fingers crossed that it can be repaired. We need to move on out of Lincoln in order to charge up the 12 volt batteries this evening, heading back towards Saxilby as we have to get to Torksey Lock by 1130 in the morning to catch the tide at 12 midday. We're then returning onto the Trent tomorrow to motor up to the Chesterfield canal where we may go and take a look at Retford. More about that later ...
