Deja Vu & Man flu

It's always a problem for me when we turn the boat around and retrace our steps back the way we came, what do you put in the blog? But here we are saying farewell to Snarestone.

And it's a repeat journey back along the canal. Strange to say, it always looks totally different going the other way.

Now this is a lovely mooring at Shackerstone. There is a lake in the middle of the field but the map shows a Motte & Bailey. As you sail past you can see the Motte in the middle.

Just approaching Market Bosworth with the new houses blending in quite nicely now.

Once again moored at Ambion Wood after a freezing cold day.

With hindsight I foolishly decided to do some remedial work on the stern gland. Every now and again the packing in the gland needs replacing and I thought that this was the time to do it.

In the centre of the picture you should be able to see a hole under the back step.

Crawl in said hole, look down and there is the aforesaid stern gland. What I hoped would be a simple job took over two hours to complete. By the time I finished I wasn't feeling too good. I lit the fire, Brigid cooked supper but, I'm sorry to say, I couldn't eat it. So, a touch of Man flu. Curled up in front of the fire, felt all sorry for myself and had a good old snooze. 

As I said, with hindsight, I should have quit while I was ahead.

I've just recalled a saying my Grandmother had: 'If you can walk don't run, if you can sit don't stand and, if you ever feel like work, lie down until it wears off.' Thanks Grandma, wish I'd listened to you in the first place.