Butlers Leap.

 

This was the name of the cosy pub just a short walk away from the canal where we met up with Del and Al for our Sunday lunch together. So, no cooking and even better, no washing up to be done, luvly jubbly! OOne of the many sculptures on the shelves there was this one and is what your tummy feels like when you have had lunch … and pudding. The rain and high winds have now taken over and washed the snow away. The last remaining pieces of ice were floating around on the surface of the canal like small islands. The boat is rocking and rolling a bit and the poor birds are finding it difficult to land for their food.