The Cruise of the Dondevoy

    


It was high time I left Stratford, so I got moving by midday, working up through the locks, and nodding cheerfully to passing boats. One blade of my propeller had broken off on the way in to Stratford, so the vibration was terrible. I could see the boat shaking, and hear my teeth rattling, and there seems no chance of a new propeller for quite a while.

I got to the top of the Old Stratford flight before nightfall, and revisited the Mason's Arms, where there was a good friendly crowd, although the lights failed three times. One fellow I talked to was a policeman, who seemed to do a bit of poaching as well. On reflection, maybe poaching is too strong a word, but the talk was all of ferrets, traps, and guns.


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