Nothing like a wooden broom handle and some duct tape for making a temporary splint.
We went down the five locks and found a vacant finger mooring in the town basin. Initial impressions are that this is a very pleasant and attractive location.
View from the river lock.
We had only settled for 15 minutes when there was the sound of a large number of drums, tambourines, cymbals and people chanting. I raced into the bedroom and stripped the pale blue bottom sheet off the bed then wrapping it around me, artfully exposing one naked shoulder. On the way to the stern I grabbed a bucket and windlass. Beating the bottom of the bucket with the windlass I jumped from the stern chanting……..
“Krishna krishna hare hare krishna hare krishna hare hare ram ah”
It was a relief to discover I wasn't in the midst of Morris Dancers.
Thank heavens they have all gone to the other side of the river.
Jan heard the Indian festival will be running over the weekend!
On a more optimistic note, our neighbour appears to be a very thoughtful fellow.
1 comment :
Oh Tom I have such a vivid imagination when it comes to reading your blog I can actually picture your antics and I can barely write this for laughing. Never stop writing your blog it's a tonic for all who read it!
Judith nb Serena
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