Getting out of Liverpool was not quite as traumatic as going in as we hitched up with the convoy of boats that were scheduled to leave the city. (this was a going out day). This meant that swing bridges were, if not all ready, soon were.
As the convoy was not expected and did not reach us until lunchtime. This gave my owners an opportunity to do some overdue long kennel keeping. My bearded one got out his touch up paints and attended to one or two scrapes and scratches that he claimed had arrived by some outside intervention. My long haired one was busy with laundry. My long kennel was strewn with clothing drying in the warm sunshine. I played with the ducks while they attended to their chores.
When the convoy arrived we joined it and peeled off at The Ship, where we were a few days ago as it is a dog friendly pub. We all went out to dinner. I had a couple of chips and a morsel of steak, as an extra because I had already had my dinner.