Sunday we decided we'd move on and moor in Wigram's as Sue wanted to have a Tesco order delivered.
Meandering around the countryside we could see the next bridge with an ambulance and paramedic parked. As we approached the bridge a chap was moving his boat from the bridge hole to moor up on armco. His wife had been taken ill. We asked if we could help in anyway, he thanked us but everything was under control. On the canal's you don't just pass by a fellow boater who looks in trouble.
|Water Iris's in flower.|
|That hatch will be my the next painting job.|
|Moored at Wigrams.|