Walking with Finlay along the towpath we spotted a wee mouse scurrying about, and when we turned around, he had come back out of the undergrowth and was scurrying about again.  Finlay’s sight is not what it was, otherwise Mousey would have been a tasty treat. !

Well we trundled off and got to Kilby Bridge. Moored up tight behind a working boat from the festival, and glad we did, as about an hour later we were surrounded by working boats.  They appreciate it when boats moor close as it gives more room for others to moor up.  Another private boat that had been polished to within an inch of its life( yes, and made me feel guilty!), was asked to move back to allow them in.  Talking with some of the blokes, they said that they often had problem with the private narrowboat owners,how strange. ! Perhaps they are envious. However, to own a working narrowboat costs a lot of money to keep it in good working order.

 A bit of excitement, when Mick had to reverse back through all these boats so we could water up.  One of the blokes said “ come on, don’t be shy, it don’t matter if you bang against us”.  However Mick did a damn fine job, and was commended for his efforts.

Missed the mooring at Kings Lock, just before the River Soar, so we were then committed to getting to the Castle Moorings in the heart of Leicester.

Bit of shopping tomorrow and then a short day to the Water Meadows at Birstall. !

 Mick begins his reverse with all eyes watching !

 "coming through"

 Job done !

 Remote lock

 Finlay patiently waiting 

 Arty shot

 ..... and another

 MeerGeese ????

 Mick sews a button on his trews, but finds that he has sewn it on the wrong side.  Guess what he said ????

 Trundle with the "big boys"