Milton Keynes South

From the pagoda we continued our journey through the city centre and out travelling south through equally beautifully landscaped surroundings, only the occasional abandoned supermarket trolley, litter,or graffitied bridge giving an indication of the gradual slipping of social standards or status.

A beautiful sunny morning gave a pleasant welcome to the new day after an unusually disrupted night, boat rather than environment. Lynne has not had the best of days lately, suffering a series of unfortunate incidents, including the engine cover board falling on her head whilst emptying, by hand, the bilges, using a siphon and a bucket (the bilge pump refuses to work,another failure to be investigated on our return to base). Following my diagnosed brain overload /reorganisation and physical exhaustion Lynne  elected to operate the lock paddles, and gates . We have only encountered three since implementation of this new regime, but Lynne, understandably, struggled with the first and suffered a badly sprained wrist on the second and I was not the most admired boater by gongoozler's and fellow boaters, so we opted to revert to the previous routine as the locks and paddles in this area are spectacularly tough and heavy.