Cropredy

Awoke to grey sky's , after our porridge we prepared the boat for the off, cruised through more idyllic countryside with rolling hills,  and the odd farm with livestock lazing along the canal bank, the lambs seem to have coiled springs in their limbs the way they bounce when at play.

We went through ten locks in all and we worked out a system where I could help Sue with the heavier gates and paddle gear. This works particularly well when descending but proves more difficult when ascending a lock.

We crossed the border from Warwickshire and are now in Oxfordshire and have moored on a 24hr mooring in Cropredy.

Our mooring is on the right adjacent to the large tree.

Cropredy is a quiet village of attractive stone and  has a couple of pubs, a tea room, church St Mary the Virgin and a Spar store. We popped into the The Red Lion which is opposite the graveyard where we both sampled a London Glory.

The Red Lion

Making a fuss of the pub dog

Headstone view from the Red Lion

St Mary the Virgin