Back to Bugbrooke

Friday and we are on our way back to Bugbrooke. Set off in company with Hope - that is, a boat named Hope. The morning was mixed overcast and showers but Hope's owners were good company. Us two fellas chatted away in the locks about bloke stuff, like boats and engines, while the two girls walked between the locks exchanging information. I put it that way because Brigid always comes back to the boat and tells me where they live, how many children they have, where they go on holiday, whereas all I find out is that they've got a Lister engine and this is their third boat. But it was great as the locks flew by and what could have been a dull morning was, instead, delightful. We were sorry to part company after the last lock. 

Now, look at this boat, all black and named Valhalla. 

Just passing Weedon Wharf. A lovely house, mooring and winding hole but the railway runs right beside the back garden. Such a shame. 

Looking back along the cut. 

And here we are back at base. The sides of the boat are a bit battered and scraped but nothing that a lick of paint won't put right. Polgara has, once again, looked after us well during our time on her and our repayment? Scratches and scrapes! Well, and a new Morse cable, new fender, oil levels kept topped up, grease applied in delicate places, batteries kept fully charged, rust treatment applied, friends invited aboard. What more could a girl want? Now it's time for a rest until we next take to the water again.