As usual at Buckby, there was no rhyme or reason as to why we’d find locks either full or empty. We had both, and then met a boat coming up at the bottom lock. We started the long lockless pound towards Stoke Bruerne, and met numerous boats going the other way — several of them at awkward places such as narrows. We stopped for water at Stowe Hill, and started the washing machine. The little house a bit further on, which I think could be a classic 1970s design and Adrian thinks is just awful, has been gutted. It’ll be interesting to see what they do to it.
We had lunch on the move, and Adrian made a lemon drizzle cake as we have visitors tomorrow. The season has moved on since we were last here only a little over a week ago. The hawthorn blossom is mostly gone but the flag irises have come out. There was plenty of other wildlife.
Blisworth Tunnel was very wet. We passed two boats inside and caught up with a boat in front just before the end. We came down the first two locks at Stoke Bruerne with them, and we both moored in the long pound. A little while later, the rain started.
16 miles, 8 locks. (95 miles, 57 locks)
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