Monday, 6 April 2009
Sunday - the 7th anniversary of my discovery of Sally at Tower 42. The sun is shining and we have The Archers keeping us company. Sally is a bit snotty at the moment and a boat has just chugged by us - heading east- maybe going to the next mooring at Victoria Park. We'll be here for a few days (a week maybe). My right arm is still giving me gip. Its very quiet here - considering our mooring spot. The east gate wasn't opened until around ten causing some minor consternation for sunday morning runners and the more ubiquitous cyclists which blight the towpaths in this part of London. I don't share any camaraderie with the bikers here. Bloody menace most of them. Would delight in seeing one career in to the canal...