There's a rifle range near by, I can tell by all the pops and bangs that's going off, and I can see the occasional clay pigeon going up and being blasted into eternity. "Jolly good shot old bean".
When we arrived here we stopped the boat, tied up and went straight over to one of the picnic benches and sat down in the very warm sun and drank a coffee. There was hardly a breath of wind and the sun was unbelievably warm, it's December, if this is global warming, bring it on.
|Almost like Summer!|
|Soaking up the rays.|