Our gang on the ferry, which for a while was unmanned, which prompted Pete to speculate that we may not need to pedal the remaining 75m from the landing to the café, as without a Ferry Master at the wheel, our punt might just keep on keeping on.

Not a lot to smile about in the above dreary setting.   But there were other attractions at the cafe this morn', such as our amenable waitress.  Scribe reasoned, "Its Art", which didn't leave Roselyn overly impressed with Scribe's understanding of culture.