Quiet day on Brinklow Marina, where very little moves and not even a duck is to be seen on the water. There is a rumour that a giant being lives below the ripples, but no-one who has seen it has lived to tell the tale… Lovely hot day for drying all the washing. Too hot for doing much else. The Long March with the trolley couldn't be avoided though, along a dirt track under the merciless sun.
Walked the mile and a half into the village of Brinklow and found the only pub offering food had closed its kitchen for the night. At 8.15… Local taxi driver, Hugh, took us to nearby recommended Indian restaurant; Hugh was friendly. The restaurant food was average and not overly cheerful. Hugh's phone no: 07999 853590, Revel Cabs. In case you might need it. Amazing how fast traffic seems when you have been pootling along at 2.5 miles per hour…
A gentle start the following morning, with dear Eric hovering in the background until we were ready to leave. Met some lunatic boaters: the man who waited until Jane had just reached a narrow bridge and then gunned his motor and roared for the gap, forcing her to reverse for quite a long way back up the canal past moored boats. Then the man who tried to stop, lost control, went broadside across the canal and then couldn't get backwards into the mooring spot he wanted.
First tunnel was Newbold Tunnel - a small affair of 250 yards, rather like a wide bridge. Nothing too daunting. Lunch on the outskirts of Rugby in a pleasant park and then on to the challenge of the Hillmorton Locks: a flight of 3 with a lock- keeper on the first two who gave us his entire medical history. Bless. We suggested a visit to the pub would make him feel better.
There are no more locks now until Braunston. Moored for the night in quiet countryside.
A gentle start the following morning, with dear Eric hovering in the background until we were ready to leave. Met some lunatic boaters: the man who waited until Jane had just reached a narrow bridge and then gunned his motor and roared for the gap, forcing her to reverse for quite a long way back up the canal past moored boats. Then the man who tried to stop, lost control, went broadside across the canal and then couldn't get backwards into the mooring spot he wanted.
First tunnel was Newbold Tunnel - a small affair of 250 yards, rather like a wide bridge. Nothing too daunting. Lunch on the outskirts of Rugby in a pleasant park and then on to the challenge of the Hillmorton Locks: a flight of 3 with a lock- keeper on the first two who gave us his entire medical history. Bless. We suggested a visit to the pub would make him feel better.
There are no more locks now until Braunston. Moored for the night in quiet countryside.
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