Gentle pootle along the summit pound of the Oxford through Fenny Compton and the Claydon Locks to Cropredy; with steely resolve we ate lunch in shifts on the boat without stopping, foregoing Sunday lunch at the very wonderful Brasenose Arms. Ho dear me no, we are London-bound, and we are made of sterner stuff than that! We got to Banbury and the services in plenty of time for a spot of victualling (M&S foodhall is sooo handy) and then carried on to moor for the night just short of Nell Bridge, keeping our distance from the steady roar of the M40 which shadows the cut for a good part of this stretch of canal.
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