An early morning out with the old, in with new neighbour rotation – who it turned out we were moored next to in Birmingham during the winter. Worcester is an interesting mangle of streets with just about every shop out there, there’s still exploring to do.
Murk has become a complete pain to walk as he now thinks every outing involves a swim in The Severn. A loop along the river, through flower meadows, past the Cathedral bought us to Worcester Cricket Ground where we stumbled upon the training facilities, Nick sprung into his younger self and I struggled to leave the ground.
It took a walk up to Diglis Basin for us to realise how used to open rivery freshness we’ve become and how much we like it.