We had a thousand canoeist go past us early this morning ( slight exaggeration ) but noisy enough to wake us up with the oars splashing in the water and the occasional bang as one of them hit the hull of our boat. Nothing for it but get underway.
After about 2 hours traveling, 4 miles and 3 locks later we made it to Feildes Weir Lock. It took us ages to do this section. All the locks were against us and top gates open ( must leave the exit gates open on the river ) and all were very slow fillers. And chatting to the locals at every lock didnt help either! Feildes At the top of this lock is the Junction to the Stort. Warning boards were up on the lock about the narrow locks.
|Turning onto the Stort|
|Not quite sure what to make of this vessel. Hot water tank suspended overhead must hold his water supply.|
Then while I was back at my normal post at the tiller, I noticed a lady coming from above with windlass in hand. Turned out to be Pat from The Cats Whiskers. Sure enough on the lock landing and holding the boat was Roger. Having read his blog yesterday we were pretty sure we would meet somewhere along the Stort. Roger came over to see us after securing his boat and I had a lovely hug from him as a hello. We had a lovely chat while the lock filled and hope to see them at Hertford next week.
|Roger crossing the bridge|
We eventually arrived at Harlow Mill with the hope of getting a mooring. All I can say is forget it unless you are extremely lucky. Visitor moorings are after the lock and can accommodate no more then 2 boats. If one moors in the middle you stand no chance. So on we went to find something suitable as by now it was gone 2pm and time we stopped.
|Another lock where there is no balance beams. Burnt Mill lock. Ian using the BW key and pushing buttons to close the gates.|
|Mooring topside of Feakes lock|
|Male Demoiselle waiting for his female|
|Female not long emerged from the water|
|Then she goes back in and.......|
|is grabbed by the male|
|away they go|