Morning crew kindly get us back to Autherley Junction before 9am, when we are obliged to return the boat. Only a couple of small bits lost, the boat pub guide (fortunately just photocopied A4 sheets) and Andrew's book (has he eaten it?)
We are checked out ok by little Dave, who had given us our boat lesson a week ago, and we jump in taxis to Wolverhampton station. After some negotiation, we managed to get on the 10:45 train home, rather than needing to wait for the 2:45pm train. So we are all relieved to have more time to relax and enjoy the Saturday, which I spent doing washing, a bit of shopping, having a long luxurious bath and watching the filom 'Troy'. Which Charlie and I agree is an insult to all poor souls involved both in the production and the watching of it.
Watch the Last Night of the Proms, wincing slightly through 'Rule Britannia', and then tired enough to go straight to bed.