It was 1994 and due to lack of funds Peter, my husband, and I had forgone our annual holiday and decided to just have a few days visiting local free amenities. This particular day we had visited the museum in the centre of Birmingham. It was a hot day and we called into Brindley Place for a glass of wine. We sat overlooking Gas Street Basin, admiring the moored boats. We had previously spent a couple of holidays on the Broads and Peter had always had a penchant for boats and water so it made a pleasant hour or two. Needless to say, the inevitable happened...
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