Evening Mooring. 23

After a hard days "chugging" who wouldn't enjoy a evenings "lay over" at a spot like this...the only sounds to be heard are those of House Martins darting playfully over the waters of the canal and the distant sound of the occasional car passing down a country lane...even the distant windmills were not moving..."Dear!!!...Crack open the Wine...we're stopping here the night."

Done