Adrian came up to the marina from home this afternoon, and I came up from London after an early shift. We arrived within a few minutes of each other. I’d also been to get fresh food from Tesco in Wolverton on the way. We unpacked the cars, got the boat ready, and set off a bit before 5pm. The turn north out of the marina was a bit tricky because of the stiff breeze. We plodded along, passing only one moving boat. There were some quite dramatic cloud formations.
I wanted to get an hour or so under our belts, partly just to provide some hot water. We carried on to the other side of Bridge 57 at Grafton Regis, opposite the sheep field, mooring up at just after 6pm.
3 miles, 0 locks.
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Les loved this view and every time he tried to moor nearby it was full of boats. In 2017 I pulled in just opposite to where you are moored. This is from my blog post The Daffodil Trail: "Grafton Regis, past bridge 57 , around the bend from the weir. There are moorings there which overlook open fields filled with sheep stretching out to the distance. Les loved the view and every time he wanted to stop here, the moorings were full so I stopped there in May of 2017, dug a hole by the fence, scattered some of his ashes and planted a Daffodil for him." His ashes are just near the middle post in the picture.
Jaq xxx
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