Rugby to Braunston. Three Locks.

Another day that I cannot really describe properly, O for a more masterly interpretation of the English language to relate this day to you.



The Sky's were once again almost cloudless and the sun had no mercy around noon. We are as toasted as we have ever been this evening.

The absolute silence at this water point filled the air.



Time for a catch up on the news while the tank was filling as the man on the boat moored behind gave us his paper.


This was one of "those days" just a perfect canal day.

Chugged far too far really but it was just too good to be sitting on the bank.

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