I had such a bad night. I felt
sick as I went to bed and kept on waking up feeling sick until eventually I was
sick. Then it was the turn of the other
end – I won’t go into any more details on that!
Fortunately, by the time I woke up I felt a lot better though rather
wrung out and tired. I don’t think it
was a bug but I can’t think what I could have eaten last night to cause it.
Richard and I have given Penny and Jim our cabin – aren’t we nice hosts??! We are trying out the new sleeping
arrangements in the saloon. The dinette
is only 3ft 9ins wide so really much too small for two people to sleep on so
Richard has made a removable extension and we have a 4ft inflatable mattress to
use on it. Last night the mattress went
down a couple of times so it had to be blown up again – mind you we were both
up and down all night anyway. (Just read
that bit back and it looks as if I mean up and down on the mattress but I meant
to the loo!). Richard has a plan for
tonight so watch this space!
Muffin and his cousin, Freddie! |
We cruised up the river to Pershore where the moorings were empty at 2pm
but they did fill up later on.
In the afternoon I had a sleep while Richard and Jim took the dogs for a
walk and Penny went into town. Later I joined
my Grandson, Tobyn, while he was having his tea – courtesy of Facetime! It’s
lovely now as when he sees me on the iPad his little face breaks into a huge
great smile. We were doing clap hands
together – a very special time for me.
The rain started about 6pm and it poured and poured – I just hope the river
level boards don’t move to red!
Pershore is known as the capital of plum growing. Its association with the plum is not a new thing,
the area has been famous for its fruit growing since medieval times. Early in
the 19th century the Pershore Yellow Egg Plum was found growing wild in
Tiddesley Wood and by 1870 records show that over 900 tons of the fruit were
being sent to market during harvest time.
To celebrate this famous fruit, Pershore holds a Plum Festival
throughout the month of August, when the town turns “plum crazy” and the grand
finale of this festival is the Plum Fayre and Farmers Market on August Bank
Holiday Monday.
12.02 miles
3 locks
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