I left Thrupp at 11:30 and arrived in Heyford at 3:30.
Off we go:
yep, the nose looks good:
Maffi came to do the lift bridge but it was already up so we waved each other off and away we went
This boat has more solar than any boat I have ever seen – and more aerials!
Caravan lift bridge (left open) and this must be the remainder of the caravan. Mark Paris remembers the caravan in one piece. I would love to see photographs of it.
A feather floated down:
And I love this log at the quarry. I have never stopped in this part, but every time I go past I feel a pull to sit on the log and tell a story. I call it ‘story tellers log’. Maybe one day I will:
I think this boat is striking. I wonder where the name comes from:
And the bit of the Quarry at Kirtlington that we do stop at. It is a lovely place to stop and a place full of lovely memories for me:
It’s a bit tiring:
These reeds are great! I love the way the light was reflecting on them and the contrast against the trees and sky:
And how they looked like an abandoned Mohican when I looked back through the bridge:
strangely this reminded me of punting up to Granchester from Cambridge:
I love this view leading up to Northbrook Lock. There is something about old buildings in fields that I find knee bending-ly gorgeous.
And there was this lovely fluffy cloud at Dashwood:
The last lock of the day. Northbrook and Dashwood are my favourite locks on this stretch:
And so to Lower Heyford:
Where I popped into see the Wren’s for tea, a chat and a slice of the cake I asked Annie to make for the journey. I admired their cat:
Who found my visit exhilarating:
All these pictures were taken with my phone camera because I couldn’t find the charger to my Sony Camera, thank fully I found it this evening and the batteries are on charge.