A few pictures from our glorious weekend; before Muttley swallowed the fish hook and life started to go a bit down hill!

We really have had such tremendous weather and I couldn’t resist setting off on the kayak – sometimes though you get caught up by some quite big stuff. It’s hilarious from the kayak water level perspective but they always give you a jolly wave.

G saw ‘Sierra’ coming before I did, so was on standby to take the pictures – hopefully to also fish me out when I got tipped in, but I wasn’t banking on it.

These pictures are all coming out in the wrong order but hey, ho.

We’ve seen our new French mates again and have been invited to lunch next Saturday, so staying here does have some silver linings (and the young doctor at the hospital was lush!). I know staying here until at least next Monday is peeing Graham off but, for once in my life, I’m quite glad to have a break and just chill a bit. We really needed to have the boat in Reims to meet up with Pete and Sally at the beginning of November but, given that we can’t (I am totally forbidden from using my right arm to drive the boat), this is a great place for us and the animals and it suddenly seems to have been a long and quite tiring year – I guess a woman can have a bit too much excitement in one summer.

So I’ve long since jettisoned the sling arrangement, but am still trussed up like a turkey with this back/neck brace thingy which is, supposedly, meant to keep the shoulder bone in place. It’s driving me nuts, chafes and itches like hell and, I have to say, the x-rays 2 weeks in didn’t look any better than the initial ones. Fingers crossed that next Monday’s x-rays look a bit more sorted.