Where it all began

Sunday, truly a day of rest. No Painting!

We had intended going to church today but the nearest one with a service was inaccessible from where we moored. So Brigid tuned in to the online service from Hillmorton church instead. 

We decided to go up to Foxton Locks before winding the boat. Here's the statue of the boy and his horse, the backbone of the canal era before the introduction of the motor. 

Looking back at the top lock with the winding hole on the right.

Part of the towpath is so bad that a scaffold walkway has been constructed so that walkers and cyclists can get through.

Friends have been asking 'What's the weather like?' I believe that this picture sums it up nicely.

We were following another boat through Husbands Bosworth Tunnel when, just out the other side, they slowed to a stop, arms waving, motor going backwards then forwards - general pandemonium. A tree had fallen across the canal and they were trying to get through it. They did it and pointed out to us the best way to go. Totally ignored them, mainly because I didn't understand their hand signals, just opened the throttle and barged across the top. I did go into neutral as we crossed so that the propeller didn't foul on any branches. And we made it too. 

I sent C&RT an email to advise them of the problem. No reply yet but it is Sunday. 

Now at the turn off to Welford. Here we go, back to where we took our first canal holiday. That was nearly 50 years ago. Now look where that got us, joint owners, captain and mate of our own canal boat.

All secure ready for a visit from Harvey and Helen tomorrow. Hopefully we shall have a pub lunch and then go for a little trip up and down the canal, work a couple of locks, have some tea, all before they have to go back home. Happy days.