Sunday, May Day, saw us start the trek back to base. Past all the moored boats in Braunston, up the six locks, always hard work and made harder by hurrying hireboaters who ignore the idea of saving water by waiting for us to go up but rapidly filling up their lock again. A sad day as we said goodbye to John, Christine and Tilly who stopped after the Braunston tunnel. We carried on doing 11 miles and 13 locks – a 7.3 hr day but we had to get back to the marina.
More strange boats … this one is called Hasty
And this one, Black Pig
We had done all the Braunston locks and the tunnel, time for lunch and time for our dear neighbours to take it easy for the day (and next few days too). We had to get back in order to clean, clear and pack for a return to landlubbery – to sell our house (and lots of our possessions). So, goodbye John, Christine and Tilly – take it easy – see you soon
I later heard that John had realised where they were moored and strolled off to the White Horse in Welton! Well done.
Meanwhile, we were off to the Watford flight. Len was on duty but it was all quiet and we zoomed thru
Approaching Yelvertoft we espied some geese with their baby goslings
And then the familiar sight of our hilltop fan at Yelvertoft
Right, back to our house, get it and the garden ship-shape, sell all the remaining kit … return to boat … . hopefully, soon!