We travelled from Hungerford to Froxfield, unfortunately at one of the locks Beano discovered the corpse of something grey and furry. It was too decomposed to determine what it had been. Beano decided to roll it it!
He stank to high heaven, I washed him with a sponge but he still stank so instead of travelling on the boat with Steve, Beano and I walked from lock to lock.
When we finally moored up Beano had yet another shower!
We only stayed a couple of night at Froxfield as we were so close to the railway line so it was extremely noisy.
We have now moved on again.