Braunston.
Still in for repairs.

I managed to fit the decoration to the engine today, but not without a little fuss, and quite a bit of adaptation. As with everything that you seem to buy nowadays, the new part is always different from the old one in some way or another.

A surprising thing that did emerge, was that the chandlers who supplied the cooler (one of the largest in the country) did not have any, and never stock any washers for the oil connections. The washers are not even type specific, any washer would do.

To try to put this into perspective, you can walk into this place and walk out again with a new gearbox under your arm, or a new inverter, or a new heating system, or a new stern tube, etc etc etc.......... but you cannot buy a washer!!

This to me is bad, what a way to let yourself down. Basics,.... basic they may be but without them the job is rubbish.

A lovely misty start to the day, and these intrepid boaters were well away.





The same picture a scant few hours later, what a difference.

How do they know where the bread is kept?

There's the Braunston turn in all its glory, viewed, very nicely, over the sacks of coal that are pressing our bow very low into the water.

A wander up to the village via a path which overlooks the herds of boats corralled into one half of the marina. You can't help thinking that if every boat from every marina set out at the same time they would completely choke the two thousand miles that make up the network.

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