The village here at Shackerstone is a small farming community with a pub, The Rising Sun, a church, St. Peter's, a wharf and the remains of a motte and bailey castle...but sadly, no village shop. There is however a shop at a local village, Newton Burgoland - Yes really, that is the name and yet another quaintly named village in the vicinity is Barton-in-the Beans, what a brilliant address that would be to have. Anyway yesterday morning I headed off on my trusty bicycle to find Newton Burgoland and the aforementioned shop, about two miles from our mooring. I bought bread and tea and ordered and paid for a newspaper for collection on Saturday.
The Rising Sun, Shackerstone
The restored St. Peter's Shackerstone
Heading for the pub... Fletcher in the lead and Floyd and Ghost bringing up the rear
We were rejoined by Brian and Ghost of Nb. Kyle yesterday so having got respective chores done, Brian brass cleaning, Joe repainting gunwales and me, cooking, shopping and walking dogs, we all headed off for a lunch time pint and a packet of pork scratchings for the hounds.
Ghost enjoying a little relaxation in the conservatory of the Rising Sun
Floyd and Fletcher also enjoying the ambiance
Brian downing a pint of Timothy Taylor Landlord
Joe on the Marston's Pedigree
After enjoying my pint I left the males to their chatting and in the dogs case, sleeping, and went back to Yarwood to finish our lunch, homemade celery and Stilton soup and crusty bread. They wandered back eventually and we spent the rest of the afternoon chilling and chatting.