Along the towpath, we met a woman walking her little horse. She explained that he had bad feet so can't manage a paved road. He's also a bit overweight -- I said he looked like a Thelwell pony.
When we arrived at Buckby bottom lock, I winded in the marina entrance and we moored up opposite. We walked up to the chandlery with a list of things we wanted, but they didn't have most of them. We came away with a new rope for the bow, as Adrian has always disliked the really thick and rather stretchy rope that's been there.
We began retracing our steps. It had clouded over and tried to rain a couple of times; there was also a brisk breeze, which made it quite cold. We stopped at Rugby Boats at Stowe Hill Wharf for diesel, having tweeted them last night to check the price. Service was friendly and efficient, and we were soon on our way again -- going about a hundred yards into a convenient space on the towpath side, where we stopped for lunch.
In the afternoon it was much sunnier, although still breezy and chilly. The Northamptonshire countryside looked good in the sunshine,
We stopped just before 3pm, just short of Bridge 46, less than a mile from Gayton Junction. We have the Virgin Trains close by again, but it's almost impossible to get away from them round here.
13 miles, 0 locks. (29 miles, 7 locks)
2 comments:
I actually like mooring near a railway line. I always hope to be able to hear the trains at night... but then I wake up in the morning having heard nothing! (Jan will say my snoring would have drowned out any train noise.)
The northamptonshire countryside ALWAYS looks nice!
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