I manage to convince them that today I really want to leave early.
One: I have to negotiate a ferry cable (use the horn three times, and the ferry man lowers the cable), and two: I’ll meet up with Swansong. And what a timing: we arrive at the moorings at exactly the same moment!
We haven’t seen each other for almost a year (see Finally), so we have a lot to talk about. And the few times we are not yapping there is enough to see. About a hundred swans, geese and ducks, the rowing club is just across from us, and there is also a lot of boat movement.
Evesham is a nice place. There is enough to do for the boat crews, while me and Swansong indulge in girly boat’s talk. Magda visits the Almonry, (a nice museum), a church (St. Lawrence), and, of course, Evesham Bell Tower.
I get visitors from Australia and Germany to have a look at my inside. And the crews visit two local pubs, the Royal Oak and the Red Lion, for drinks and meals.
Evesham is also a bit weird. Where we are moored, one cannot be seen with (or carry) alcohol. Which, of course is not a problem for me and Swansong, but Magda and Lawrance certainly break the law by sitting outside and having a drink.
They show us a picture of a entrance to a bank for disabled people. We all wonder what happens if one presses the button. Four heavy weights, running out, and lifting the wheelchair over the steps?
And the two yellow lines alongside the roads in Evesham are not there to say: no parking. No, they are for drunks, to enable them to go (kind of) straight, going home from the pub.
Unfortunately, two days later Swansong is on her way again. I’ll miss her…