Are we still floating?

On saturday morning, at some unearthly hour, lock boy (who would rather be known as bosun) came into my room and asked me why the boat was tipping and at such an angle. As I lay and contemplated the possible reasons for this new boat angle lock boy dissappeared. He finally returned and I asked him whether the boat was floating. No he said. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS!

An unfriendly ledge was the culprit. The water level had dropped, and despite the slack in my ropes, the boat got caught. Thankfully it only took a bit of shoving and pushing to re-float it.

I am now on the Oxford Canal - it is much more peacefull than the river, and far easier to manage singlehandedly.