I turned around at Baxter’s Boatyard and retraced my steps. The place I have often stopped between Bridge 61 and 62 was quite busy, so I’ve come through Bridge 62, past a couple of boats, and moored at a spot I’d taken note of on the way past. I have lined up the galley window with a gap in the hedge, where a public footpath goes off the towpath.
The wheat and barley round here is well on the way to ripening, as you can see. I’d been intending to have my dinner and then return to the marina, but Google tells me is’t just over 20 minutes walk, so I’ll just get up a little bit earlier in the morning and walk back to the car.
3 miles, 0 locks.
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