We were both up before the crack of dawn this morning, and drove up to Guildford where I met up with a taxi to take me to work, and Adrian continued to Bicester for shopping and then to the boat to unpack. After work, I got a train to Wolverton where Adrian picked me up. We pulled out of our berth at around 11.30, and turned north towards Stoke Bruerne. We saw a few boats coming the other way. When we got to the locks, a boat was going up the bottom lock and said they’d wait for us at the second one; a boat was just coming down that one, so our new companions had a little wait for us to join them. When we paired up, we made really good progress.
There was a little dog called Bill from the other boat, who was clearly in charge of lock operation. He would run across all newly closed lock gates to make sure they’d been done properly.
We met boats coming down at the penultimate and top locks. As we rose in the top lock I knocked on Kathryn’s door to see how she was after falling down the stairs the other week and ending up in hospital. The other boat let us go through the tunnel first because of their rather smokey engine, and we carried on to a spot we’ve moored before just before New Banbury Lane Bridge.
11 miles, 7 locks.
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đł. Goodness, poor Kathryn, is she ok?
Kath (nb Herbie)
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