Whilst watering up in Skipton, a couple watching us and looking at Trundle, started laughing. They said that they had a niece called Trundle !!!   yer what ???? Well, since she was baby her mother had nicknamed her Trundle, so it was “ our Trundle did this” and “ our Trundle said that”.  Poor woman.  I asked if it bothered her, and they said they didn’t think so, as she was now in her thirties, and still called Trundle.  Strange. !!!!

Now we come to FARMING DIARY, and if my cousin John and his wife are following this, they may be able to help.  We seem to have had our own muck-spreader following us. Now then, cousin John, to the water and poo mix do they add anything else ???? drugs ??? or mind-altering stuff ???

I tell you why.   Mick and I have been having some strange dreams.

The other night I dreamt that we needed to “diesel up”, and couldn’t get Trundle( our boat, NOT that unfortunate woman) to the diesel pump, so we filled FINLAY with diesel.

Poor little sod.  The same night Mick dreamt about red, hopping tortoises. !!

Last night’s dream wasn’t quite so weird. I was eating a small animal, while it was still alive, about the same size as a quail,(I think it may have been a lion)  whilst viewing some native types installed behind a glass panel in a cave wall.  Now that I have typed that down, I think it is just as weird.

Neither of us has ever had such odd dreams and before anyone says owt, it is nothing to do with beer, wine, chocolate etc.

Stopped at BRADLEY and went off to The Slaters Arms.  Had an incredible meal.Excellent.

The woman at the next table should have stayed at home, however .

Either the bloke she was with was incredibly boring or she was very, very tired, but he went to get her another drink, and when I looked she was asleep. Then her food arrived, and she almost had her nose in her spuds,  I watched her fork make its way, hesitantly, towards her mouth, and she made it, JUST. I think they may have had a few cocktails before they arrived at t’pub. ! ;)

Anyway, we have moved onwards this morning, with it being officially SUMMER, in the pouring rain and high winds, to the other side of Silsden. And there is not a muck-spreader in sight.  So tonight = sweet dreams, hopefully.

We had a tricky situation at a swing bridge.  And this is where the fun in narrowboating comes into play. Through the bridge, and the wind blew us onto a cill, that runs just below the waterline on parts of the canal. Well and truly stuck. Tried pushing with the barge-pole, tried pulling with the centre rope.  Then I had a brilliant idea, why not hook the stern rope through the railings of the swing bridge, then I will open it and we will use the momentum of the opening bridge to pull us off.   Whey Hey, it worked. !!!! took us 45 mins, but it worked.

No photos, as you can’t see the wonderful views because of the RAIN.

 except this one, a may fly, comes out when its sunny and no rain.  have seen 5 in total. "!!!!!!!!