The railway line passing the lock at Little Bedwyn, the wind from the train blows a draft up your kilt as it passes.
I do not know what the crop in this field is, it was a very pretty blue, I don't think it was flax, but it was too far away to tell. It was certainly very pretty.
Yet another early start, but we were on the visitor moorings above the lock by 0930.
But first we had to get through Hungerford Marsh Lock with the swing bridge over the middle. Don't quite know how you are supposed to close this bridge when the push handle is above my head.
We had a visit from my brother and lunch in town. A lovely hot day
A "new job" card. A stamped and coloured image matted onto blue card. The sentiments were all done on the computer and each piece was fixed to a white card with dimensional foam (sticky fixers).