That Damn Cat still hasn't found out the fact that water is wet. For the fourth time he has fallen in. Luckily enough for him I was working on the bows of the boat and was able to call him to the side of the canal, grab him by the scruff and lift him out. Along the canal here at the visitor moorings at Torksey the canalside is piled and so no easy way to climb out.
I am undecided at the moment as to whether to go out onto the Trent and turn left or right. I will make my decision on Wednesday when I check to see if the fuel tank holds enough to get me to Newark which is the nearest place to pick up suppies.
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