A slow day

The day started off quite slowly. Well, much like every other day really. Quite a chilly start but the sun soon made an appearance and we decided to set off. Naturally, as with the No. 9 bus, as we went to cast off, three boats came pottering past, all going the same way. 

Here it is, bridge 100, with a mixture of blue skies and rain clouds to boot. 

Once again the canal is busy with boats going both up and down. 

Don't like the look of those much. We managed a mile or two before the rain started. Even then it wasn't too bad - we've known worse. 

Approaching Braunston and you can see the cathedral of the canals. Just to the right is the rounded cap of the old windmill. 

Moored just round the corner, visited Midland Chandlers and then into the Boathouse for lunch.

There are actually quite a few people in the pub but I didn't want to invade their privacy. I know, not like me, but I can be sensitive at times.

Spent the afternoon fiddling about, putting antifreeze into the header tank for the radiators, fixing magnets on the engine room door, trying to do a bit more polishing - a little damp for that, unfortunately. Now settling down for the evening and about to light the fire again. 

Brigid has been sketching out on the front of the boat, so the day has been relatively calm and peaceful. 

Hopefully tomorrow will bring better weather and we can get through the Braunston locks in the dry. Who knows?