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We stopped for water in the professionally quaint canal side village of Thrupp today. Thrupp is such a great name that Paula and I have been saying to each other for the past couple of days, echoing it back and forth. “Thrupp.” “Thrupp.” “Thrupp?” “Thrupp!” Thruppity-thrupp Thrupp-Thrupp.” I admit it’s not the most fun thing you could do with your mouth, but it’s up there with whistling Terrapin Station or eating a Hershey bar. The water pressure in Thrupp is…