Yesterday, Adrian was on the boat at Cosgrove while I was still at work. He looked round the festival and did some work, then entertained Helen and Andy from Wildside for dinner in the evening. It seems they had a fine time sitting out on the towpath drinking partially frozen prosecco and eating Adrian’s speciality South African dish, boboti.
This morning, once my night shift was over, I came up one the train to Wolverton where Adrian was waiting to meet me. We took the car back to the marina, then walked along to Cosgrove. The Canal Festiaval has quite a few trading boats along the towpath below the lock. Naturally we stoped by the Jam Butty for more chat with Helen and Andy,
We went back to the boat for lunch, then I washed and polished the towpath side of the boat, which badly needed attention. We set off about half past two, aiming for the station at Wolverton so Adrian could get the train back to London. The lock was worked for us because of the Buckingham Canal Society’s lock ransom, although it did cost us a donation.
We continued to the winding hole at New Bradwell, and I dropped Adrian off in time for the train at just after 4pm. I then carried on back to the Aqueduct and moored up, on pins, just at the end of the reserved moorings. I then went down to Andy and Helen for conversation, wine, and (it turned out) an improvised meal consisting of th8ngs Helen had to hand, supplemented by a few things from our fridge. It was a really great evening, even though by that time I’d been up for more than 24 hours; it reminded me of another occasion when we’d improvised a meal when we met by accident at Upton on the River Severn.
5 miles, 1 lock. (6 miles, 1 lock)