Friday 5 June 2015

Perfection?

After all our noise fears, mooring in the hub of Northamptonshire's traffic system, we had a very peacefull night's sleep until 0630, although our joint knackerdness must have contributed somewhat. Even Sadie slept right through. The morning is still, sunny and warm. 
Reflecting back on last night, Lynne did spectacularly well to moor Tardis Two with minimum help from me, verging on sheer exhaustion and a hypo. Post Watford locks has minimum mooring places, so finding somewhere to overnight on her own was a challenge in itself. Credit where it is due. I assume the lorry drivers were fast asleep in their cabs, the aircraft flight paths had changed and the freight trains stopped for the night. 
Even the birds were singing.
Perfection.
We set off to collect water and tackle another 7 double locks. Before the first set we had to queue for a water tap , but no problem. I moored Tardis Two ahead of a boat just preparing to leave,aiming to pull her back into the now vacant position. All went well until Lynne, on the centre rope slipped over backwards, giving her head a severe blow on the ground and lay there, seemingly unconscious until I tied the boat and rushed to see what I could do, as did several other boaters. Lynne was fortunately OK apart from a headache, eased by a cup of tea and a paracetamol.
We filled with water and headed off to the next lock where we befriended another boat and traversed 7 very heavy locks successfully, before turning at Norton Junction onto the Grand Union main line, on which we had a lock-less couple of hours until mooring at Weedon Bec for the night. Weedon Bec is a picturesque village with a variety of shops and a couple of pubs, one of which had a real ale festival, complete with live, and very loud, music. The group playing as we moored up gave good renditions of some old Credence Clearwater Revival, Kinks and Morrisey hits from long ago, whilst Virgin trains whistled past, but hopefully not all night. Tomorrow we pass a place (weather permitting) unfortunately named Bugbrooke, once upon a time known as the centre for ladder-making,and Blisworth,home of a tunnel in excess of 3000 yards

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