Thursday, 29 October 2009

Braunston to Braunston. 2 locks. 2 Days.

One set of guests moving off the boat and another two move aboard.

This is our son Lee and his girlfriend Rosie, Lee is 6ft 5ins tall, which we did think was going to be a bit of a problem for him.

Our solution was to tell him to bring an extra pillow to tie to his head whilst wandering about inside the boat.

How helpful are we?

They arrived in the early afternoon which only left a couple of hours chugging to find this idyllic mooring for the night. We had just moored when the coal boat "Gosty Hill" came around that corner, lots of attention seeking waving got them alongside and a full tank of diesel was forthcoming.

The couple who run the boat are two of the nicest people you could wish to meet, a fully laden, seventy foot, one hundred year old working narrowboat and crew would have been some great pictures. Guess who got talking about the engine, amongst other things, and forgot to take even one?

I'm sure we will meet them again.

Wednesday turned out to be a day like this,

and this.

One more, and I'm sure you know what I mean.

Everybody gets a go on the steering, Rosie has sailed Dinghies before so the vagaries of a tiller arm were well under control.

Lee was well away also, you could caption this as... "Bring it on".

We arrived back at Braunston mid afternoon and it was packed again, we found a mooring but Lee & Rosie wanted to get back out into the country as this was far too busy.
This, I must admit, was a little surprising considering their ages, but the canal life must have already seeped in a little bit.

A quick about turn and we were off again, a country mooring in the late afternoon sun and an impromptu game of cards on the roof.

The sun goes down to end this, a great canal day.

They have gone now, like the sun, and the tears are flowing once more.

Until next time................................

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