As the narrow-boat’s snout tickled the under-bridge,
Black-Jack cut the engine and peered through the white gloom…
A landing-official waved his stray arm in greeting, the lights beyond him intimated warmth and festivity.
An Owl screeched!
Black-Jack turned to see a huge moon crest the tree-line: he re-engaged the engine, pointed the craft and leaped onto the tow-path.
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