After a quiet night in Bishops Stortford, Jo headed off shopping in the morning, leaving Robin in charge of making the bed and walking the dog. By lunchtime it was all over - replacement boxer shorts, towels, clothes and airer all safely gathered in - and we set off back South again. The river is so quiet and rural it was odd to be occasionally accompanied by other, faster, forms of transport, reminding us that Stanstead airport is not far away.
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| A jumbo jet on its way to land. |
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| The Stanstead Express. |
We got three locks down the river, mooring at a rare spot we had identified on the way up. It was a short walk to the Little Hallingbury marina and their chandlery for some hardware supplies. They had everything we needed except something to mend the leaky flue on the fire, so Scooby will continue to need his pyjamas. Robin took Scooby for a bike ride and did some fishing while Jo pottered about tidying the boat and having a shower. All very civilised. It's a lovely spot here, with some handsome cattle in the field opposite.
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| Our mooring tonight. |
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