Off to dinner

And so the heatwave starts.  I was heading to have dinner with Manda on the boat she rented on the little side channel opposite the Brentford Ait, a small island in the Thames.  She rented it 4 years ago and then it changed hands and wasn’t let out but suddenly it was again so she grabbed it.  I took my life in my hands by getting a ticket via Woking and Clapham Junction to Kew Bridge and with cancelled trains (hot rails) and random delays (hot rails) all my initial plans were scuppered. But somehow I managed to arrive roughly on time.  

Ben and Piers joined us and we sat on deck, dodged one thundery storm and talked and talked.  After the lads went Manda walked me back to her actual house where I was to stay the night.  

I carried this bunch of dahlias, picked in the early morning cool and thought they looked nice next to my orange suitcase.