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The Kissing Bishop of Crick

The Kissing Bishop of Crick

There was no Internet last night, so you get two days of news today. We set off up the Grand Union yesterday morning, and were faced with a flight of seven locks. These were double wide, and we shared them with a family of inexperienced but enthusiastic boaters in a hire boat. The canal was busy (including idiots coming down through the locks who did not bother to check if anyone was coming up), but we made it up the…

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