Cautionary tale

Six weeks in, and looking at the small print, the advice was “typically two to six weeks, but maybe up to twelve”.  It didn’t stop us enjoying the Autumn colours on the way down to Bascote and back though.

Three weeks after

I don’t know why, but when the chiropodist said: “typically two to six weeks to heal from this procedure”, I just assumed I would be at the two week end.  I’ll spare you the pictures of oozing ragged flesh, but suffice to say it was as much as I could do to get to the Folly and back from the visitor moorings.  Probably the last opportunity for outside dining this year too.

Last brood of the season

Spotted on the way to the Folly for lunch.  We moored for the night in Braunston before returning home on Sunday.

Home again

A familiar trip today through the tunnel, down the locks and lunch at the Boat House. 

Weedon to (nearly) Braunston

Onwards again on another hot and sunny mooring to visit the chandleries at Whilton before ascending Buckby locks with a very experienced timeshare boat crew.

After lunch we stopped in the tree lined cutting leading into Braunston Tunnel to escape the worst of the afternoon’s heat and catch up with a little painting.

On to Weedon

After a night below the top lock we set off in the morning through the picture perfect village, well before the customary crowds had arrived. 
I hadn’t spotted the unusual weather vane on the boatyard next to the services at Gayton Junction before.

The afternoon grew hotter, and we found a shady mooring in Weedon within easy reach of the Indian Restaurant for a take-away.

Cosgrove to Stoke Bruerne

The aqueduct from above:

Unusually we shared the lock flight with two day boats on what became a hot and sunny afternoon.  Dinner in the garden at the Navigation – where the odd mixture of loud background music seemed almost designed to move customers on quickly as soon as they have eaten.