I had a boat test today a stone's throw from Foxton Locks. So as the test wasn't scheduled until the afternoon, I went up early and stopped at the locks for a walk. There were a few gongoozlers about, and just a couple of boats moving.
I had lunch at the Bridge 61 pub at the bottom of the locks. They've got an interesting exhibition coming soon.
The test went well. The sky stayed mostly blue, although at one point it did rain at the same time, but it was fairly blustery. I managed to reverse the boat back onto its mooring -- at the far end of a four-boat-long pontoon in the marina.
On the way home, I made an unscheduled stop at Heyford, where Chance was moored. I'd intended to stay just an hour while the rush hour traffic round Oxford subsided, but ended up staying for dinner next door on Dolce Far Niente. We'd met Stephen and Jayne at Crick, so it was really good to catch up with their news since then. I left at about 9pm, making my way along the towpath by the light of my phone, back to the car. It had been an excellent evening, all the better for being unplanned.