We were aroused from our mid morning torpor by a rude banging on he side of the boat. It was Kim and John with enough booze to sink/float Skyy. Still they were going to be onboard for nearly a week.
It was bright but very windy, so we decided to stay put and catch up with news from the home front. In the afternoon we decided to walk the half mile into Clifton. The river Cherwell passes through Clifton but various off shoots pass under the road, before we got to the village and whilst peering into the sun dappled depths, Jacquie’s designer sunglasses, slipped of her nose and went plop, right into the centre of the stream.
I was revived at the Duke of Cumberlands’s Head, before heading back to Skyy.
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