Tried my hand at fishing last night. Out came my ledger rod and sat for ages waiting for something to happen. It did eventually but wasn't quite what I was expecting. Reeling the line in with what felt like a dead weight on the hook, I thought I might have caught a snag. Wasn't so, as first the pincers came out followed by the crayfish. So glad I had a pair of fishing forceps in which to unhook it. Now this was a signal crayfish one of the invasive species so I should by rights have killed it. Unfortunately I'm to squeamish to do the deed so just so let it go instead. Bit reluctant to continue fishing just in case I caught another one but I persevered and was awarded by a decent Perch.
Such a wonderfully peaceful night until, that is, the torrential rain woke us at some silly hour of the morning. Nearly decided to put the kettle on, but thankfully it stopped as quick as it had begun so normal sleep was soon resumed.
This morning a towpath chat with Dave and it was all go for Eynsham lock. Within 40 minutes we had arrived only to be confronted by a self service sign. That was weird as the time was well after 9am.(The lock keepers starting time. Then standing by the pumpout facilities was Paul, a relief lock keeper. He told us of a lovely job he had to do today and the self service sign would be in place for quite a while. It was to clear the blocked waste tank! I happened to mention the fact that we wouldn't need a licence then as we were to do the lock ourselves. That changed matters and before we knew it Paul had the lock set, taken my rope, filled the lock and relieved us of £61 for a weeks licence. Fancy being the relief lock keeper on today of all days. Bet that wasn't on his jobs description list, getting down and dirty amongst the poo. No doubt we will find out how he got on when we return later this week
|Getting the licence|
|Paul in the white T shirt.|
|Sue with one of the 'girls'. Vic was inside but we did get a wave.|
After Northmoor lock and as it was getting very near to lunch time, we started looking for somewhere to stop. I had forgotten how difficult the upper part was to find moorings due to very high banks. At one place Ian managed to get off but the top of the bank was up to the roof level and it wasn't really suitable. So we continued all the way to Shifford lock looking in vain to find somewhere. Off course by the time we arrived at the lock the Self service sign was up but a volunteer was on so did the lock for us. Thank you Mr volunteer, such a nice man.
|Bank as high as the cabin top.|
|Space for one only so we had to breast up.|
|Twists and turns and that's Vixen coming round the bend.|
One more lock done, Rushy lock,and then a lovely meadow mooring for the night.
|The meadow mooring.|
And seen on route,
|I think they are reed warblers in flight. Not Swallows as I first thought.|