Smoking.

I took the bike out yesterday for a run into Easenhall, it’s a bit too far to walk and uphill (aren’t they always).

A pleasant little ride, apart from the cars, with some wonderful country views on the route.

It’s a small pretty village but nothing outstanding, this property at the beginning of the village must have some lovely views from the turret.

A single thatched cottage.

And a very small split village green.

Although the pub get’s a good review in my Pearson’s guide I didn’t venture in.

Back on the boat and late afternoon I heard a very distinctive thumping engine sound; I looked out of the side hatch and couldn’t see anything but it continued for some time until eventually around the bend appeared this boat.

I am no expert but I imagine it was a coal fired steam engine; it was certainly ‘smoking’ J

It really looked good though, it was puffing out big smoke rings but sadly the camera didn’t pick those up. I was so amazed I didn't even catch the name to try and research it.

Today I intended to bike into Brinklow but for some reason decided against it.

It has been a day to stay put and have sympathy with those crews that had to move.

There have been a few sunny breaks but none lasting more than a few minutes, let's hope it's dryer tomorrow.