At the swing bridge which was broken the other day, Adrian got off to (he thought) press the buttons. It turned out the only electrified bit was releasing the barriers which pull out across the road; the bridge itself still needs to be pushed. We held up a van as we went through.
When we got to the bottom of the locks, Adrian jumped off with a bag a rubbish to put in the bin, and went to see the lock keeper while I got the boat on the lock mooring. There were a couple of boats going up, and then the lockie wanted to bring down a boat which had been waiting in the centre pound for quite a long time. It meant we waited about an hour, in which time we put the kettle on, bought some postcards and stamps from the little shop we were moored next to, wrote them, and posted them in the post box by the pub. I also went to the car park to see the new sign with the new CRT logo. The logo itself I think is just OK, but the whole design with the two different blues is rather smart.
Once we set off up the locks, it took us only 45 minutes to get to the top. We were the only boat moving, so we had the lock keeper to help.
By the time we reached the top of the locks the sun had come out and the temperature had risen. We had lunch on the move, and went through Husbands Bosworth Tunnel. There’s lots of lovely countryside around, with some far reaching views, lots of rolling hills, and some fields of barley shimmering in the breeze.
We moored up at 4pm at the same spot we used on Sunday night, just before Bridge 27. This time, though, we were completely on our own.
19 miles, 10 locks. (69 miles, 41 locks)
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