Happy Easter!
Walked down to the boat first thing, just to make sure all was in order and had a lovely chat with the couple making the fudge. They come into Gas St most weekends to sell their fudge which has become immensely popular and goes all around the globe. Monday-Wednesday she makes fudge all day; Thursday/Friday she slices and packs. Saturday/Sunday he sells it all day. Great little cottage industry in a beautiful looking boat that used to be featured on the series with Timothy West and Prunella Scales. I choose some smartie flavoured and some raspberry fudge to take to our cousin’s for lunch. Not realising we were going there I felt bad that I had no Easter eggs for the children. At least I now had something to give them! Perhaps it would be appreciated by the parents that it wasn’t yet more chocolate.
Reassured that the boat was fine, although funnily enough later in the day I realised someone had walked off with our two 5l plastic water bottles from Tesco (must have been desperate. Not sure how clean the water was either!). Funny how even knowing someone has stolen something so insignificant makes you feel a bit uncomfortable.
We went to an Easter Sunday service, quite formal and liturgical with two traditional hymns I had never sung before. The covid rules must have recently been relaxed because for the first time, since covid, the chalice was offered once again. The vicar was lovely with the children and they thought it great fun when he let them accompany him around the church sprinkling all the congregation with holy water. Occasionally in the service he would gently reprimand his own young children who were being very typical of clergy children, slightly misbehaving as much as they dare get away with. It brought back memories, not only of myself as a clergy child, but of when we used to take our children to church at a very young age and they would not be the best behaved. It was a toss up between letting them run around relatively quietly or trying to stop them and risking a temper tantrum!
We had lunch with Rs godson, who is also his first cousin, but nearer in age to our children. He has five lively children himself so it was great to be with them as none of our immediate family were with us. After lunch we all walked to the boat and we journeyed a short distance to a new mooring. It looks like it could be quieter than outside the pub and it will set us up for a prompt start tomorrow when we have rather a lot of locks to attend to!
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