Wyre Piddle IslandPosted: May 13, 2014
After a bit of boat work it was a late leave from last night’s mooring, six miles down river passes in a flash. It seems impossible to pass a lock on the Lower Avon without a reminder of the scary flood levels reached in July 2007.
A black sky hung over Fladbury lock and soon bucketed down on us. Huddled under the umbrealla we zoomed downstream arriving at Wyre Piddle Island. It was supposed to be a short stop wile the rain cleared but moored, fire lit and all dried out it seemed a pretty lovely place to spend a night. So here we are.