August 08, 2009
Saturday 8th August Crinan Canal
We’re still here, not quite in the middle and between the Terrier packs as Dad calls them, making their way back home. Talk about bad timing! But don’t be upset for us, we enjoyed spitting in the face of those Terriers as they tried to bully us into letting them past. We made it worse for them, ha, ha. And Mum setting up the locks on her own! Respect!
I think it was very unfair of Dad to insist they had the cheap(er) menu for lunch at the Cairnbaan Hotel. Mum had worked so hard, and all he had done was stand in the cockpit! Still, I understand her lunch was nice. Skinflint!
We moored just outside the last set of locks and had a relatively peaceful night.