6 Locks And 1 Tunnel.
A good start was made to the day this morning, another tankful of water from an obliging tap and off we went into the sunshine.
Norton Junction in the sun, left for Braunston, right for Leicester. No need to toss a coin or spin a bottle as to which way to go this time.
As Foxton Locks are closed at the moment, we went left and got ourselves swallowed for twenty minutes once again.
On the way to the tunnel the views are simply sweeping for a while, setting you up for your soon approaching self imposed darkness.
This hire boat entered the tunnel behind us when we were about two thirds of the way along.
They had managed to catch us up by the time we had reached the first lock of the Braunston flight, that is going some even for a hire boat!..... still, they were mob handed on board which made the flight very easy going indeed.
A full length, quite empty coal boat returning to base. I think I am right when I say these boats are seventy two feet in length, and when seen like this they do look it.
Spot the helmswoman.
Braunston church and manor house in the late afternoon sun, the light seems to be so clear and crisp today, it was a real pleasure being abroad in its embrace.
Through Braunston itself and past this shed, come conservatory, come trailer,
come butty boat. Mmmm,........ I could do with a shed.
Back out into the wilds for the night, and the company of the lowing cows being the only thing to disturb the peace............. Loverrrrly.
Until next time.................................
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