Where did the wind come from?

The day started off well, eggs and bacon for breakfast. 

After that it all went downhill. The captain said that as it was a nice day she would be steering and I could do the locks. 

On the bright side it gave me time to take a picture of Mrs Duck and her family.

Many of you will have seen this garden before. There are various creatures and I think that Mr Toad is holding a shotgun. We are passing through Lower Heyford and the captain's still steering. 

Looks like all the hireboats are back at base waiting for the next holidaymakers to arrive.

Gosh, look, I'm at the helm. The captain enjoys working the lift bridge, lucky me.

Once again I'm in charge of the boat. There is a tricky entrance to this lock with a lot of water flowing out from the bywash. The consensus of opinion was that it was better if I bashed the boat about rather than the captain. 

Look at the sky, it's sunny. 

We're just approaching Somerton Deep Lock and the wind is getting up. The approach to the lock is totally unprotected and we got blown across the canal and almost got stuck on the opposite side. Luckily a chap who looked as if he played rugby managed to get hold of our centre rope and pull us out of trouble. 

The lock itself was no problem at all and there was plenty of help from other boaters. 

Managed to get a mooring at Aynho and now looking forward to a meal at the Great Western Arms. 

For the captain Smoked Haddock fishcakes and for me a pork and apple burger. 

Sweet dreams.