Sunday, day of rest

Sunday and we decided to take the morning off and have a walk around Cosgrove.

Our first port of call was the old horse tunnel under the canal. It's the easiest and quickest way for us to get to the pub on the other side of the canal. 

But we went the other way and found a little used footpath on the outskirts behind everyone's back gardens. Found out why it was little used as it turned into a mini bog part way along. Retraced our steps and visited the new shop on the caravan park. They sell everything we could want for the boat and they have a great café to boot. 

Found the footpath again (further on) and followed it through the wrought iron gate.

And over the footbridge.

Obligatory photo of the captain.

Until, almost in the middle of nowhere, we came across this bench alongside a weir in the river.

A welcome resting place in the sunshine.

Aah!

Suddenly a flock of sheep walked calmly past us, leading us back towards the village.

Back at the canal for a closer look at this bridge, built in 1800 and decorated in the Gothic style. Its style is unique among canal bridges and there is no obvious reason for its solitary splendour. 

This time, through the tunnel and up to the Barley Mow for lunch. A good old roast with all the trimmings followed by homemade crumble. 

Staggered back to the boat and decided to set off straight away before we fell asleep. We went down to the lock where we turned around (of course nobody was watching) and motored back to bridge 63 to a quiet mooring with views across toward Hanslope. 

The sky is still fairly clear and, as noted above, it's very quiet.