Braunston to Hillmorton, 2 Locks.

Now, this is a windlass and this is a lock gate, don't worry it will all come back to you in time!

This boat was the catalyst to get us moving again.

Its Sunday morning, the sun is shining and they are out for a jolly, two of them are sitting in the cratch with the sun on them and the doors to the boat wide open.
This is their weekend enjoyment and they were loving it, this is where we live so lets get back out there and enjoy it too.






A tank full of water from the waterpoint overlooked by this hangdog tree, seemingly waiting for the spring to hurry up and get here.





Then back out into the countryside.




Glorious, glorious freedom from our exile in the ice.

Those rain clouds at the back of these sheep did drop some of their wetness on us later in the afternoon. But it was far too late to spoil this day though!

The moorings at Hillmorton were packed solid when we arrived, the last inch of space had just been taken by a boat squeezing itself onto the line of "long term permit holder only" moorings.

We dropped down through two locks and stopped opposite the local boatyard, It was then that the benefit of keeping the fire "in" today really paid dividends.

TV on, glass of wine, drooping eyelids............Bliss.

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