Dipping our toe in the big smoke

So after 5 weekends of driving the boat down we finally reached a destination that could technically be deemed as London - Uxbridge. Zone 6 on the tube, we'll take it. The canal is pretty here and there is a charming cluster of boats not far from the bridge leading to the station. It feels like we're still in the countryside. When we go to explore we find a cute looking town centre with a smearing of pigeonshit grottiness, gregs and more poundlands than hull. There's a decent indian restaurant for us to stuff our faces in and supermarkets to stock up on rations so we can't complain but not exactly one for tripadvisor. We stay here for 2 weeks, on the brink of nowhere, obeying the rules like eager school kids with a shiny apple for the canal and river trust monitors. Within that time our neighbouring boat sinks before our very eyes, such a grim thing to witness, is it an omen? We move on the day after, hoping and praying we have a solid hole free hull.