Funny lift

On Sunday I finished all the holes in the ceiling for light fittings, and the speakers for the lounge and dining room, sorry, saloon and dinette.  Ian had now done the borders on the sides of the boat and we were rapidly approaching the coachlining stage.  Looking good.

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!