I then spent a happy few hours priming the ceiling. I used Acrylic primer which is good, but the fumes are interesting! Rather than sleeping on the boat with these fumes, I grabbed the rucksack and headed off to the Old.
A quiet night in the Old, and interesting that Yates have a Green Hopped beer available so late in the year. The massive portions of excellent food in the Old soon had me done for and, following a not too comfortable night in the tent, decided that my mat has a puncture, and it is maybe time to get another.
Monday morning. It is great to wake up, cup of coffee, and look out on this stunning scenery...
Off to work - pick up some beer from Cumbrian Legendary Ales, Dancing Duck and Off beat ready for Bury Beer festival next weekend. Next stop Stoke on Trent. I managed to get a ticket to see I'm sorry I Haven't a clue at the Victoria Halls in Stoke.
I was up on the balcony so almost had a birds eye view.
One joke stolen : "A pedestrian passing by Port Vale football ground noticed the team were having a kick around with a Hedgehog. Unfortunately, by the time the RSPCA had arrived the hedgehog was winning 11-nil."
Tuesday night and, last minute, I got a train into Kings cross. Just behind kings cross station is Kings Place, by the canal basin, where I saw the delightful Rachel Sermani ("How's the Marshmallow unicorn doing ?") with Miss Irene Rose in support playing some exceptional music.
While I was there the control panel on the lift made me laugh.
Shindlers Lift!