Yesterday, I arrived back from work and saw a trail of wet foot prints leading towards the boat, and entered the well deck to see a pile of wet clothes and boots on the floor.
A somewhat damp James explained sheepishly that he'd been examining a bollard (as you do...) and had missed the edge of the riverbank. He found himself up to his neck in the Cam and had earned a round of applause from some nearby tourists! The pizzas he'd just bought were also rendered inedible...
Ghostly Grand Union and lucky, lucky Son Tony
15 hours ago