I read an article about three people who ate what they thought were mushrooms but weren't. Their kidneys were destroyed
and they all have to spend several hours a day on dialysis machines. Meanwhile my girlfriend is busy picking "mushrooms"
near her mum's house. This one looks very tasty doesn't it?
In the early afternoon I fly to Manchester
Later in the afternnon I find a section of Manchester City Centre cordoned off as they put together a film set. No doubt
following the exodus of the BBC to the wastelands of Salford we will a lot more of this kind of thing.
"Manchester" is really two cities. The western half is Salford (think white with shaved heads and tatoos) and the eastern half is Manchester (think gays drinking cafe lattes). Simples.
I am up early to go to the dentist's.
In the evening I meet my girlfriend who has flown in from Sweden and we set off for Norfolk
The weather is cool and windy but we pick up our hire boat in Wroxham and set off for Horning, passing a heron in a tree on the way. Unfortunately we cannot moor up in Horning so we sail (or motor) on to Malthouse Broad where we just manage to squeeze our boat into a gap. Strangely, it is much busier than in August. Maybe because it is cheaper at this time of year?
In the morning we set off for Barton Broad and eventually moor up in Neatishead. In the evening we eat at the White Horse which serves good pub food.
In the morning the boat eventually starts but later it goes completely dead. When the hire company turn up in a van
it emerges that we have accidentally hit the isolator button which is carefully hidden behind our suitcase in the
wardrobe. Very embarrasing.
We set off slowly to Wroxham, through a group of swans who glide gracefully out of our way.
And so we return to London with a magnificent sunset ahead of us but nowhere to park and huge trees and endless traffic in the way. My girlfriend manages to shoot through the windscreen wipers which are busy swishing away the rain.