Now you see it, now you don't!

Now you see it, now you don't!

Summer, that is! Here today (yesterday) and gone tomorrow (today)! Is it me or am I a confirmed grumpy old man? 

Please, no answers on a postcard, that was a rhetorical question. Brigid and I already know the answer. 

Anyway, braving the elements and a strong tail wind, we made our way along the footpath to Priors Hardwick right along the edge of a field full of sheep and their newborn lambs. 

We tried not to disturb them but the first sight of strangers set them running. 

Our canal guide describes Priors Hardwick as a small, partly deserted pretty village - which it is. 

We visited the church and admired the sandstone cottages but only saw 3 or 4 people. 

You've got to be slim to get to the church this way. 

The former pub, The Butchers Arms, is now a Portuguese restaurant with a car park about the size of a football pitch!. 

It always surprises me that you can't always see the canal unless there's a boat passing by. 

We had a good walk round and then, head into the wind, back to the boat. 

There she is, nicely sheltered from the wind.

Time for a quick cuppa and then off we set with the Captain driving. 

Look at that, it's summer all over again. 

Oh dear, just along from where we used to moor, a new HS2 bridge. No design awards there, I can tell you. Looks like they found some old fencing panels and just chucked them up there. 

We motored on to Fenny Compton Wharf and stopped just before it started to rain. Well, it didn't really rain, just a short shower. 

Our supper this evening is an oven roast of potato wedges, tomatoes, lemon and Sea Bass, accompanied by an episode of Beyond Paradise.

Sweet dreams.