So, we are trundlin' along the Coventry Canal, and its lovely.  After cleaning down the old boat, Mick said he wold treat me to lunch.  So back to bridge 63, passing some rather salubrious homes, up a small hill and over the railway we came to..................................The Pretty Pigs.   £4.19 carvery !!!!!!

Hey, it was good. all cooked fresh and even for a Monday, very busy.

In future Finlay is to be addressed as The Flying Fin. ! 

Finlay has a habit of standing with his front paws on the gunwale,( and he needs his nails clipping, he has been slipping about a bit over the last few weeks), and we knew at some point in time that the following was going to happen.  So along we go passed Alvecote Marina, and we hit something heavy and large in the water.  Finlay is catapulted, at a great rate, into the canal. !!!!!!

I scream, thinking that he will go under and into the prop, but he is a real strong old chap, he kept swimming until I grabbed his collar, and then HE scrambled and clawed up the side of Trundle, with only a small heave from me on his collar.   Needless to say, he has had plenty of tlc, and seems none the worse for his escapade.   However, I heard him using my mobile last night, to book himself into a hotel for 6 months next year. !!!!! He has been attacked and bitten, stung in the eyes by nettles, and now this.   heyho.

A BIG selection of sheds for  Juan Batties aka John Bates in Spain.

 Into the Ashby Canal - rural and quiet, lovely

 ..... and they still keep following us.  DRAT !!!!  only joking, King Jim