Burial at sea

Our little furry friend was peeping for its mum all evening, taking occasional food from me and seeming quite chirpy. It quietened down when it got really dark and I made it a cosy nest for the night in one of the take-away containers from our evening curry (not the madras one).

In the morning, it started peeping again at first light (quite early at this time of year) and seemed in good spirits. We left it for a little while to go into Worcester in search of the Post Office, and had a pleasant stroll around the shops.

When we got back though, we were surprised and saddened to find that our little friend had gone from apparently perfect health to near death. I picked it up and warmed it in my hands and it peeped feebly occasionally, but was clearly not well and despite my ministrations, was not recovering. There was little we could do except watch it and keep it comfortable while we motored back up the sunny Severn towards Stourport again. Here we are, setting off:

Eventually, it clearly had died, so we gave it a decent burial at sea (Severn), not quite wrapped in a Union Flag, but the nearest we had, a paper bag!

The trip back up the Severn was pleasant enough apart from our sad bits. Here's a particularly nice view:

Then for the last river lock and the locks going into the basin at Stourport, we shared with another boat and had a very sociable arrival. Now moored outside various fast-food outlets, so a bit smelly, but otherwise okay.

All for now.