Pinkhill Lock, Nr. Oxford; Sunday 21st June
Today was the Summer Solstice; I have always thought that the name sounded like something that should be applied to reduce swelling or to draw out an infection. The first day of summer arrived shrouded in mist, permitted a fleeting glimpse of the sun; and then became cloudy. To us, it mattered little.
It was also Father’s day; one of the few imports from America that meets with my approval. The Maltesers present to me by Caleb and Madeleine were well received.
Myra had made toad in the hole which is one of Clare’s and my favourites.
The borrowed table worked well with the two children using the bottom step and a small foot stool to sit upon.
We all had a wander after lunch to return the table to Tim Brown at the lock and to examine the weir.
After everyone had left for home, we moved the boat away from the trees and washed the sticky residue from the roof.
2009 Totals: 263 Locks – 554.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses Monday 22nd
