We’ve gone as far as we can again.

Going upstream is less effort when you go with the tide.

Some days with more water than we need.

We sit up when we get some unexpected news.

We return to the pretty countryside around Doncaster.

We navigate a quiet river in which monsters lurk.

We find pleasure in delays.

Staying in the same place is the only option some days.

We can’t go far in either direction but find ourselves somewhere unexpected.

Despite slow progress, we don’t hang around.