It can only get better

This is all part of boating. It's mizzling with rain. Well, it's not really rain, it's just wet mist but under the trees it might as well be raining. 

We had breakfast, looked all over the boat and couldn't find the loaf that we bought yesterday. We realised that when filling the bag on wheels I had put the loaf on the floor, so's it didn't get squashed, and then walked off leaving it behind. Back to the shop and there is our loaf on the top of the food bank donation bin. Did the decent thing and bought something to put in the bin and reclaimed the loaf. We thought that a tinned item would last longer than bread nearing its sell by date. 

Then, to cheer ourselves up, we looked into Grannies Kitchen which was closed by the time we arrived yesterday. Well, a second breakfast, or, as the captain put it, an early lunch, seemed in order.

Poached and scrambled eggs on toast.

And the place was packed out all the time we were there. They've certainly hit on a winning formula here.

Suitably fortified, back to the boat and off to Rugby Boats to top up with fuel. As we arrived they were just going to have lunch with the guys from Stowehill Workshop. So we tied up and waited for them to reappear. Life's like that on the canals. As Robert was there having lunch we arranged for him to take the boat in next year to repaint the roof.

And that's Stowehill.

You'll need to enlarge the photo to see how appropriate is the name of this boat.

We're already planning for next year when we hope to meet up with friends who have a caravan. This is a lovely site and a good place for a days cruise.

Two lovely old workboats now in use as a craft studio.

Now we are motoring straight past our Bugbrooke mooring in the hopes that we can get to Cosgrove for Sunday lunch.

This farm used to, in my eyes, be idyllic. Now it's the holding site for 5 Star Loos. As they say, where there's muck there's brass. 

Stopped now about halfway between Bugbrooke and Gayton. Reasonably quiet although we are near the railway and the M1. Not that we seem to notice either when we're asleep.