Wait for it… wait for it… full power now, Algernon, and … rotate. We have lift-off. Oops, now we don’t. I think that maybe you were correct about needing those “wings”, Algernon.
Of course, one incentive for a fish to fly might be the huge carp that inhabit this area – it was fleeing for its life!
Yesterday was a hot day, although not as hot as the previous day. The evening though morphed into a very nice scenario for an Olympic-standard sit-down watching the world drift by, so I done did and went and did just that, up by the lock. Today has begun with rain, rain and more rain (this is, after all is said and done, England – snow is perfectly possible tomorrow). Indoor jobbies first it is then, and mayhap a trip to go and fetch an eggcup of bilge paint, the better to finish the lockers with. Perhaps I should just rub everything with a flying-fish instead, cross my eyes and sing Ba Ba Black Sheep until the neighbours all back away in terror?
I’ll let you know at some later date which I chose to do.