|Told us to move back to this bollard.|
|Our mooring. As you can see we are illegally moored, well the back end is.|
|Dennis stern rope. No way he could pull back.|
We traveled about a mile when we noticed another sunken boat.
|Nice perch for a duck!!|
Dennis as lead boat found us a mooring on a lovely grassy stretch a couple of mile from Braunston junction just right for our first BBQ. Typically as soon as we decide to cook outside the sky darkened and the rain threatened. We were lucky that the only shower we had was brief and Dennis and Ian, with pint in hand as usual, cooked the perfect chops and sausages.
|Dark skies and is that a UFO I see?|
Tomorrow Dennis and Margaret will wind as their boat is having the roof painted and bottom blacked by the Wyvern boat company at Leighton Buzzard.
|Leaving our moorings|
Had a phone call from our daughter Christine last night to tell us that she thought Josh, our 2yr 9mth old grandson,had fallen heavily against the bedroom door jumping of the bed, and thought that his arm might be broken. Thankful Kevin was minutes away from arriving home from work and the pair rushed him to Burton A&E. Sure enough he had broken his radius and ulna bones cleanly and now had a plaster going from his hand to halfway between his shoulder. Poor love cant even use it to sit on the toilet seat as he usually holds on with both hands. I had visions of him disappearing bum first down the toilet!
Leaving later then normal today we were unfortunate to be the 4th in the line of boats that happened to pass us earlier. The lead boat crept along on tick over. All we had to do was 2.5 miles to Napton Junction.This snail pace continued and 2 hours later we arrived at the junction praying they would go straight on and not do the turn. We groaned when they did turn right onto the Grand Union again. Thankfully at Calcut locks they stopped to water up and as boats were waiting to come up the flight we descended on our own for those 3 locks. We joined another boat at Stockton locks so I didn't feel quite so bad at not waiting for them to finish watering.
|Following the slow boat.|
|Saying farewell to Dennis and Margaret|
|Caught at the bridge 'ole' before the winding hole|
|Winding. I'm sure Dennis was pleased to leave the slow procession!|
Ian did his good job for the day when a private boat owner tried to wind in what I can only describe as the smallest winding hole ever. The length was okay but the width was no bigger then a widebeam. Due to lack of water he got himself well and truly stuck but with Ian pulling and the guy giving it plenty of revs,he eventually made it round.
Then just before Stockton locks at the Kate boat yard another boat got stuck by misjudging the entrance.This time they were rescued by someone in the yard so all we had to do was hang back till they sorted themselves out.
The Internet at Braunston and here in Long Itchington was rubbish so to write this I,m having to sit in the Two Boat pub and drink wine just so I can use their free Wi Fi. What a shame!!! :) Thank goodness for Internet pubs otherwise another night would have passed before I could write some more of my ramblings.