It must have rained quite hard last night as there was a small puddle of water on the floor by the front doors. I wasn't able to work out how it got there, but I wiped it up and it didn't reappear.
I checked the oil levels - both engine and gearbox were fine. And that pool of oil below the engine? As soon as I started mopping it up I realised that it was no more than a thin film on top of water. Phew! That's all wiped up now too.
After coffee we walked into Aynho along the pavement-less 60mph road. Nicholson says it's a mile, but we reckon it's more than that. The hotel in the centre of the village, the Cartwright Arms, looked good. We perused the menu out of curiosity but knew we had the sausages from the farm shop on board, so we crossed the road to walk round the exterior of the church (locked).
There are some rather large houses in Aynho. This one is flanked by similarly grand buildings, hidden from view in my photo.
Opposite our mooring at Aynho Wharf was this interestingly-named boat. I guess the owner has now left his employment.
We find ourselves moored at the edge of a cow field. The cows seem to have mooved (sorry, couldn't help it) away, but there is fresh evidence that they have been here recently (watch where you step). Apparently they like to lick the dew off the side of boats in the morning. I'm not looking forward to that. Or they could chew through the MOOring ropes (ouch!) and cast us adrift. Hmm. It was a lovely sunset across the fields, though.
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