Hotel Narrowboat
Fond farewells were behind me, but as I travelled south I had plenty of time to think back to my weeks in Llantwit Major. Not only did I see plenty of both new and familiar places, spend quality time with my family, I also caught up with some fascinating residents of my mum's street. Muriel, now 98, lived next door to my mum. On the other side lives Mr Thomas, also mid 90 s, and across the road Bron, 94, who I had also got to know years ago. Muriel, who in the past years has shrunk to one of the tiniest people I know, is hilarious. She told me that a younger friend does her shopping and some gardening for her, but I found out that Brenda, the friend, is actually 90! While I was in LM, Muriel fell all the way down her stairs, was able to crawl back up to bed and took a taxi to hospital the next day for a check up. Only bruised! What resilience. So, after a train trip of lovely memories, it was time for my next wonderful week on the Rivers and Canals of England. Luckily for me, the