Last weekend we moved to a slightly different spot about 500m further upstream. Mainly it was to find a slightly nicer environment for Lyra (with more cat hidey-places), but it has the additional bonus of being slightly nearer the pub and the boathouses. In fact, we can see Peterhouse boat club (where the mens squad row from) from the window now. We didn't bother mentioning it at the time. But this meant that when Halfie came to find the Duck and drop off his gift of cake, it wasn't where he expected to find it. So he asked the nearest boater, emerging from an apparently un-named boat. Who happened to be me! Alas, I was just off out, so we only had a very brief chat, but it was kind of him to make the effort to find us. Hopefully we'll be able to actually stop for a pint at the Fort next time!
The Duck's new location.
Lyra does like this spot better. Neighbours have seen her terrorising poodles, and she does often just sit and watch the world go by from the roof, or the gang-plank (which is part of her 'safe-zone').
On the way to work this morning, I spotted this^. (big)James went last year, and said it was highly entertaining, as the various busybodies and concerned individuals complained about all sorts of things relating to the Common. As new inhabitants, we thought it might be fun to attend and see what's going on.
On the Shroppie.
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