We are moored at Wallingford next to an impressive bridge. We have moved one boat length to a place where we can see a bit of sky at one side. The people beside us who helped us moor last night left early, as I thought they would. I popped my head up to wave and say I knew they would be off before we had breakfast. Nevertheless, as they left they repeated the offer they made last night, that if we ever are looking for mooring and see them, then we can moor up against them.