This morning, due to a failure to take enough cash out, we ended up moored in the middle of nowhere, with not even the bus fare to get into town. Error. So we cycled into Waterbeach (along 5 miles of the A10 - not fun) where I continued on into town by bike and James caught the train. We were both pretty tired before we even started work this morning!
Our mooring on the Old West at Stretham Old Engine
So when we eventually arrived back in Stretham by bus at 8pm, we were delighted to find a wandering chippie just minutes from the bus stop. Nothing better than hot chips on a cold night!
Ghostly Grand Union and lucky, lucky Son Tony
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