Winwick To Welford Then Back To Crick. 2 Locks. 2 Days.

A night on the border.

Yesterday found us wandering aimlessly along the canal and really enjoying the trip.

There are so many Pheasants around here you could almost wish for a Twelve Bore to get them on the plate!

Yet another completely redundant telegraph pole left all alone in the middle of nowhere.

Why?

Mr Titchmarsh can sometimes have a lot to answer for. His encouragement of using the colour blue in the garden doesn't always turn out for the best.

Sore thumb and blot on the landscape could adequately describe this venture into the TV garden makeover genre.













Now here's a tree to give all the little ones nightmares, the more you study that picture the worse it gets.













A few hours along the canal and we reached the turn onto the Welford arm. One and a half miles long with one lock near the end. We just had to go there to see what it was like, no other reason was needed really.



It was very rural and quite similar to one of our favourite places on the broads, Neatishead.

If you can call a lock "cute" then this is a cute lock. A great location and a bridge to boot.

Only a rise of three foot six making for a very laid back locking procedure.

At the end of this lovely stretch though, we reached our Nadir.

Once we had turned around (Winded) the realisation that this was as far out as we are going to be going for now suddenly struck home. This is now the start of our journey back to the brick house.



Onward....

We spent the night on the Northhamptonshire/Leicestershire border, getting moored up just before the rains started. Those rains really matched our mood last night.

It was still raining this morning,

but I have great faith in the saying "Rain before seven, fine before eleven"

Lo and behold at eleven fifteen we were on our way, albeit through the wind but no rain.

Back to the Daffs, these four caught my eye on the towpath as we were passing. They are so small I just had to pull in and get a picture. That is an AA battery I put there to give some idea of the scale.
They are certainly putting their bigger brothers and sisters to shame at the moment.



We just got to Crick and moored before the heavens opened up once more. Lucky!!!






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








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