I am not dead (again)

I find myself once again having to rebuff rumours that I am dead (I've had to do this before, along with scotching the 'pervert' rumours).

The reason for my shameful lack of blogging is that I've been on one of these. Locks, I can now report, are great fun - including the picturesque one at Iffley which we went through.

The main thing I learnt, however, having spent a few days pootling about on the water with seven other men is that stag dos and boats are a dangerous combination.

I think I learnt more during my trip to Somerset and my break on the Isle of Wight. But, there again, rather less alcohol was consumed on both those expeditions than on the river jaunt.