What I'd expected to be a routine trip back to Norbury Junction came with some excitement after all. I'd come up Tyrley locks and stopped to empty the toilet cassette and fill a water bottle before moving down to the visitor moorings for breakfast. Then I remembered I hadn't emptied the rubbish, so I went to the bow, climbed into the well, picked up the rubbish bags, turned and went to step off the boat and fell flat on my face on the towpath surrounded by rubbish!
It could have been worse. There was no damage other than a grazed knee and some wounded pride and there was no one around to see. And at least I didn't fall in the cut!