MORNING BROUGHT THE SUNSHINE, strange, slept-in hairstyles and a restored sense of humour. As we weren’t due to go through Dracula’s lock until three-thirty that afternoon, we had the morning to pretty much do as we liked and it was great! I popped round to ‘Rosie’ to return the teapot and plate that had been so kindly left with us the previous evening. Knocking on the back window I gave a shouted ‘Hello’. ‘Hello,’ a smiling woman with very short grey hair and glasses poked her head through the window, ‘are you from next door?’ ‘Erm, yes,’ I waved the pot at her, ‘I came to thank you and return your teapot.’ ‘I saw you come in last night.’ Her head disappeared into the boat and I could track her progress by following her voice toward the back. ‘You looked so bedraggled and miserable. What on earth were you doing out so late and how did you get through the lock at that time of night?
