The weather has been, mostly kind to us, although there was a distinct cold bite to the wind over the weekend, so no short's...
When we eventually left on Saturday morning, the original plan was to make the turn onto the North Oxford, stop at Rugby for a shop stop, then find a mooring on the outskirts. Having made good time and with the weather far nicer than forecast, we decided to cruise on towards Hillmorton locks.
Now, we always pass moored boats on tickover, dropping down to this speed a good few boat lengths prior to passing. Near the bottom of the locks were a collection of boats, the owners of whom were sitting on the bank, more than a little worse for wear. The alcohol was flowing shall we say, at 1645hrs. One of the gentleman decided to berate us for our speed! A conversation was pointless with the inebriate, but we decided to ascend the three locks to get some space. Actually, this worked in our favour. Only one lock of each pair was operating and due to the time, it was quiet and we flew up. The early evening was beautiful and so we carried on.
By 1900hrs. We had passed Barby straight and found a lovely rural mooring a few miles out of Braunston. So thank you to the inebriant.
On Sunday we made the short hop into Braunston. Watered up at the services near to Midland chandlers, but the Elsan point was still out of order as it was last autumn. No matter, we have spare cassettes. We moored just past the junction and had a great view of the shenanigans as people negotiated the turn.
Monday we stayed put, doing a few jobs and a little shopping. We managed a quick clean of the roof and the starboard side of the boat and a mega wash using the rather expensive laundry at the marina. Still, all washed and dried.
On Tuesday, we watered up, winded the boat at the marina entrance and as it was quiet, pulled just past the water point and managed to give the port side a quick wash down. Then off into the beautiful countryside.
We really could do with a fuel top up. Not desperately so, but sooner rather than later. Braunston Marina only do a 60/40 split so we gave that a miss. Ali messaged Mark on Callisto. He was heading our way, but if we went as far as Napton, we would be off his intended route. So we moored up just shy of Wigrams turn. Wednesday's forecast was dire, so we were more than happy to sit tight and await his arrival. Once fuelled up, we will move the short distance to Napton and visit The Folly. That be the plan anyway!
Don't ya love it when a plan comes together. Mark on Callisto arrived mid afternoon, albeit in a downpour. Soon fuelled up and when the rain abated, we were off! Only a short hop to the moorings below the Napton flight. Tied up, pram hood erected, all before the next downpour.
This morning we had a leisurely start. A walk into the village and a visit to the rather excellent shop/cafe/post office saw us replenishing the fridge and purchasing a bite for lunch. Well worth the ten minute walk and we even managed to resist the temptation of the rather nice cakes. Back to the boat, watered and emptied and up the flight.
It was fairly quiet. No queues and a steady flow of boats down making an easy passage, aided by volockys on the first few locks. All went swimmingly . The sun even made an appearance. As we were leaving the penultimate lock, with nobody following us and the next just around the corner , we felt the release of water, so left the gate open for the boat descending, which exited the lock as we approached. Ali walked up and met a chap with a windlass who appeared not happy with our arrival.
I entered the lock, the gates closed and then said chap went to the paddle and without a bye your leave, wanged the paddle up fully, making the boat surge in the lock. Ali made a point of leaving the other paddle down until the water had settled, then opened it halfway. As we rose in the lock, I became aware of a boat mid channel. This lock necessitates an almost 90 degree turn on exiting and the position taken made this impossible.
I made comment on this and said chap shall we say, got a monk on, complaining about Norwegians on a hire boat being on the water point !!! By this time, his boat was grounded on the far bank, making my exit a tad tricky. Why he did not direct his wife to position the boat on the lock landing, gawd knows. But then it was somehow my fault! Ashamed to say, Mr Angry came out and I informed him of his mistakes! Truth told, they had lined themselves up for the lock, only to find us appearing and entering the open gates as it was in our favour.
the hedgerows are coming alive,
the hawthorn both looks and smells amazing
cowslips all along the towpath
and the Iris starting to flower
and these were all waiting to be sheared, they were very loud
but I bet they felt better after
and the lambs had found a new toy
Miles 38
Locks 13
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