Poetic justice

IT WAS far from a peaceful night recently for the occupants of the Cheese Boat, when it was shattered with yobs charging up and down the towpath on a motorbike, which carried on for about an hour.

Returned

Then the following night the same yobs returned, but this time yelling and shouting on foot and on bikes, but  Geraldine Prescott tells us that then came the best bit—one of them came charging over the bridge on his bike, which is of a horse shoe design, he came round the bend but misjudged it and went straight into the canal.

Even his so-called friends thought it was funny. We just loved it exclaimed Geraldine!