Mummers Away

Every now and then the Mummers (or a subset) take themselves off for a week-end of physical activity (or drinking as it is known in some parts).  Usually this involves walking up and down hills to work up a thirst but the this time (September 99) we decided to go by a canal narrow boat.  Below is a pictorial record of the weekend.

Of course every boat has a cabin boy (or two).  We had to make do with Nigel and Mark.  Mark is doing his homework and checking the up and coming villages for pubs in the Good Beer Guide.  Of course we felt obliged to check them for ourselves.

Here's Tony, studying the route.  Tony was our chef for the week-end and a very innovative one he proved to be.  I think it's the first time I've had Stilton sausages and black pudding together - for breakfast.

And here's a poster showing that they must have mummers around this area.

This is what it was about.  We actually had to WALK over 1/2 mile to this pub and there we were thinking the canal went right past every one.

When we weren't drinking or sailing (or whatever you do in a narrow boat) Nigel and Tony tried their hand at fishing.  In fact Nigel was fishing every time we stopped at a lock - he even caught one or two.

So what is Nigel going to do with the barge pole?

Answers on a post card to anyone else but me.

And here is John not hitting a lock.  I can't remember if this was before or after he ran aground. Yes - on a canal.

And finally as an equal opportunities organisation (if you live in the village and are male - you qualify) here is proof that we give those less fortunate than ourselves a fair crack o' the whip.  Mark was somewhat incapacitated by a broken foot.  He broke it by standing up from a chair whilst completely sober (so he claims). It didn't seem to slow him down much.