Mooching along the Llangollen Canal at less than two miles an hour, and my brain slows down to the same speed. Dragonflies. Something furry in the weeds. Green. Water.
No need to think or bestir myself, even to moor or cast off. Alec is a master at handling the 60ft Gaia single handed. It's a joy to watch his elegant accurate efficiency, and even more of a joy to watch nearby holiday hirers watching Alec.
The rain starts eventually, followed by a thunderstorm. Four of us drink fearsome coffee and eat my homemade ginger cake. Simon, reverting to the mode of childhood holidays, is buried in a book. Gaia is snug.
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