Anyway, a late start to the day with croissants and coffee for breakfast (well, tea for the captain - she doesn't like coffee - likes the smell but not the taste). Then we set off through familiar scenery towards Buckby locks. Had lunch on the move - brioche buns with chicken and cucumber, home grown tomatoes and Margaret's Victoria plums. Delicious.
Arriving at the locks, lucky enough to find another boat waiting to go through. But, was it hot.
The gates seemed much heavier this time and the captain and I swopped over halfway to give her a break. Usually she chats her way through the locks but this time the magic didn't work. Still, we got to our favourite place and we are now moored for the night.
You can see the sheep in the field opposite.
But look how crowded it is. Three boats behind with another in front. The boat behind said that it was fun the other day when the grass was being bailed. Dust and straw everywhere.
And, lastly, a view of the boat in front.
Don't know if you can see it but the space the boat's in is only just bigger than the boat itself and the captain got her in first time. No bumps, no strong language, no backwards and forwards, just straight in. Rats! Why can't I do it like that?
Not sure what's for supper tonight, we'll just have to wait and see.
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