Devizes

By eight-thirty this morning half of the other vans had left, including our neighbour who had a fixation with opening and shutting his van doors even during the night. Thank god he's gone Marge. Some of the remaining van owners set up chairs and basked in the early morning sun, already warm. And why not? The imposing ruins of the abbey cast a shadow over us. It knew our secret, that we'd all been there overnight. 

Needing to move closer to home we decided to take the M4 motorway, a fast, wide road with no 'tricky bits' for Marge to negotiate. The historic market town of Devizes in Wiltshire our destination.

We have stayed overnight here by the canal a few times before, so we knew the set up, and the people. Some of the boat owners were in full merriment when we arrived at lunchtime. Barbecues lit, and a flagon of cider doing the rounds.

We parked Marge discreetly, lunched and walked along the towpath to the Caen Lock cafe for ice creams.

Upon our return to Marge, all was quiet until the hum of aeroplane engines approached. A formation of ten tiger moths passed over. Quite a sight.

Early evening the rich sweet languid smell of the barbecues filled our nostrils once again. No doubt there will be more cider doing the rounds and a little loud music to finish the evening. As long as there's no slamming of vehicle doors, we'll tolerate it!