A better day

A better day, indeed. 

Well, look at that sky, compared to Tuesday, barely a cloud in sight. 

Forget to mention that on Tuesday we spotted a Kingfisher. I say spotted but it was more a case of "There it is" "Where?" "Over there" "Got it, it's gone!" But, luckily, this went on for a lot longer as the bird flitted ahead of us for quite some time. We never really saw it properly but the vivid blue plumage was quite something to behold. 

Wednesday, a better day, and we set off back down the canal past Bugbrooke and on to a beautiful spot halfway between Bugbrooke and Gayton. We moored up opposite open fields, enjoying the peacefulness of the countryside until the next train went past. That's the biggest problem with the canals, they were made to follow the most level path through the countryside and, when the railway came along, what better path to follow than the most level path through the countryside.

Anyway, we decided to go for a walk in the afternoon and a lovely walk it was. 

Our walk took us past wheat and barley fields and there was enough cloud cover to make it a pleasant stroll. 

In some places the corn was still ripening and in others it had already been harvested. 

It's a bit hazy in the distance but a different crop entirely - electricity! A field of solar panels. 

And here we are, secure for the night. Supper of sausages in cider, a favourite of ours for many a year. Probably since 1976 when we had a camping holiday in Dent. It was the summer of a national heatwave but in Dent it rained for the whole week. We gave up early and, just as we packed up everything, guess what, the sun came out. At least the boat is more weatherproof than a tent and a tad bigger. 

Onward and upwards!