Monday 12th August
Today we have travelled about 12.5 miles and 3 locks from Worcester to Stourport and are moored on the pontoon moorings still on the river. Not having been here before we decided not to venture in to the basins in case we couldn’t moor up there. Having had a look since we arrived I think we made the right decision because there is a fair ground right next to them at the moment and a chap who moors up there has come on here with us to get away from the noise!
After we had a look round the basins we tripped up and fell in the pub. Actually I really did trip up, well I walked into a post anyway. I was garping round, as you do, and I cracked my shin on a short, not serving any useful purpose that I could see, wooden post! There were two people walking behind me so I nonchalantly carried on walking, screaming inside!
We had a pleasant time sitting outside The Angel having a couple of pints of Bank’s Bitter (medicinal). There were quite a few dogs about including the pub spaniel who, after some people who had been eating left their table, got on the table and cleared up what they had left on their plates! He was told off later and had to get in his cubby hole under the crisps behind the bar, bless.
I suffered another painful incident later while picking blackberries. There are a load of blackberry bushes on the bank here and they are just in reach from the moorings. They are (were) laden with ripe blackberries so I decided to pick some during which I not only stabbed myself on the thorns, an occupational hazard of blackberrying but also managed to sting my finger on a cleverly concealed nettle! I soldiered on and got 2 lb of fruit. All I need now is some apples.
Tomorrow we are staying here and going in to town for the apples and as Ken’s last lot of maggots have turned he needs a new supply.
